En cierta ocasión, paseaba con el Abuelo en su coche, un
domingo por la mañana, en Midland City, Ohio. Yo era un niño. El, y no yo, se burlaba de todas las religiones organizadas.
Recuerdo que cuando pasamos frente a una Iglesia Católica, me dijo lo siguiente:
"¿Crees que tu papá es un buen químico? Ahí están convirtiendo galletas saladas en
carne. ¿Puede tu padre hacer eso?"
Cuando pasamos frente a una Iglesia de Pentecostés, afirmó: "Los gigantes mentales
ahí reunidos creen en cada una de las palabras incluidas en un libro compilado por un
montón de predicadores 300 años después del nacimiento de Cristo. Espero que, cuando
crezcas, no serás tan tonto como para creer en todas las palabras impresas.
Here we are, traped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.
Kurt Vonnegut Jr.God never wrote a good play in his life.
Kurt Vonnegut Jr.To the as-yet-unborn, to all innocent wisps of undifferentiated nothingness: Watch out for life. I have caught life. I have come down with life.
Kurt Vonnegut Jr.Did that really happen?" said Maggie White. She was a dull person, but a sensational invitation to make babies. Men looked at her and wanted to fill her up with babies right away. She hadn’t had even one baby yet. She used birth control. "Of course it happened," Trout told her. "If I wrote something that hadn't really happened, and I tried to sell it, I could go to jail. That’s fraud."
Maggie believed him. "I'd never thought about that before."
"Think about it now."
"It’s like advertising. You have to tell the truth in advertising, or you get in trouble."
"Exactly. The same body of law applies."
"Do you think you might put us in a book sometime?"
"I put everything that happens to me in books."
"I guess I better be careful what I say."
"That’s right. And I'm not the only one who's listening. God is listening, too. And on Judgment Day he's going to tell you all the things you said and did. If it turns out they're bad things instead of good things, that’s too bad for you, because you'll burn forever and ever. The burning never stops hurting."
Poor Maggie turned gray. She believed that, too, and was petrified.
Kilgore Trout laughed uproariously. A salmon egg flew out of his mouth and landed in Maggie's cleavage.
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Sorry," said Salo."I would say, 'Is there anything I can do?'- but Skip once told me that that was the most hateful and stupid expression in the English language.
Kurt Vonnegut Jr.Ben understood at last that money was one big dragon, with a billion dollars for a head, and a penny on the tip of its tail. It had as many voices as there were men and women, and it captured all who were fools enough to listen to it all the time.
Kurt Vonnegut Jr.TING-A-LING, YOU SON OF A BITCH!
Kurt Vonnegut Jr.There was more. There was always more.
Kurt Vonnegut Jr.Everything is going to be unimaginably worse and is never going to get any better.
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