Breakfast Of Champions Quotes

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Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
“So, in the interests of survival, they trained themselves to be agreeing machines instead of thinking machines. All their minds had to do was to discover what other people were thinking, and then they thought that, too.”
Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions

Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
“People took such awful chances with chemicals and their bodies because they wanted the quality of their lives to improve. They lived in ugly places where there were only ugly things to do. They didn't own doodley-squat, so they couldn't improve their surroundings. so they did their best to make their insides beautiful instead.”
Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions

Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
“Seems like the only kind of job an American can get these days is committing suicide in some way.”
Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions

Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
“The planet was being destroyed by manufacturing processes, and what was being manufactured was lousy, by and large.”
Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions

Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
“Symbols can be so beautiful, sometimes.”
Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions

Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
“Here's all she had to say about death: "Oh my, oh my.”
Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions

Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
“As she died, Mary was alone on the planet as were Dwayne Hoover or Kilgore Trout. She had never reproduced. There were no friends or relatives to watch her die. So she spoke her very last words on the planet to Cyprian Ukwende. She did not have enough breath left to make her vocal cords buzz. She could only move her lips noiselessly.
Here is all she had to say about death: 'Oh my, oh my.'
. . .
Like all Earthlings at the point of death, Mary Young sent faint reminders of herself to those who had known her. She released a small could of telepathic butterflies, and one of these brushed Dwayne Hoover, nine miles away.
Dwayne heard a tired voice from somewhere behind his head, even though no one was back there. It said this to Dayne: 'Oh my, oh my."
. . .”
Kurt Vonnegut

Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
“Our awareness is all that is alive and maybe sacred in any of us.”
Vonnegut, Kurt

Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
“I did not and do not know for certain that I have that disease [schizophrenia]. This much I knew and know: I was making myself hideously uncomfortable by not narrowing my attention to details of life which were immediately important, and by refusing to believe what my neighbors believed.”
Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions

Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
“But his head no longer sheltered ideas of how things could be and should be on the planet, as opposed to how they really were. There was only one way for the Earth to be, he thought: the way it was.

Everything was necessary. He saw an old white woman fishing through a garbage can. That was necessary. He saw a bathtub toy, a little rubber duck, lying on its side on the grating over a storm sewer. It had to be there.”
Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions

Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
“He told Trout about people he'd heard of in the area who grabbed live copperheads and rattlesnakes during church services, to show how much they believed that Jesus would protect them.

'Takes all kinds of people to make up a world,' said Trout.”
Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions

Amy Thomas
I obviously love Jack the Horse Tavern in Brooklyn Heights. The smoked trout salad is what lures me back again and again; it's indicative of the offbeat menu that also includes baked eggs, buckwheat pancakes, and a shrimp club sandwich.
Everything at the Farm on Adderly is fresh and tasty. This Ditmas Park pioneer keeps it simple and refined: a smoked pollock cake with harissa mayonnaise, french toast with apple compote, and a kale salad with dried cherries and hazelnuts. Yes, please!
Tucked away in the north of ever-popular DUMBO, Vinegar Hill House feels like you've actually trekked to Vermont. In the rustic ambiance, you can indulge in fancy cocktails along with the oversized sourdough pancake, tarragon-accented omelet, or eggs Benedict topped with pickled onion.
Buttermilk Channel is the ultimate indulgence- pecan pie french toast, Provençal bean stew, a house-cured lox platter. Because of the over-the-top menu and portions, this Carroll Gardens bistro hops all day, every Sunday.

Amy Thomas, Brooklyn in Love: A Delicious Memoir of Food, Family, and Finding Yourself