Курт Воннегут цитаты

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„Будь мягким. Не позволяй миру сделать тебя жестоким. Не позволяй боли заставить тебя ненавидеть и не допусти, чтобы горечь украла твою сладость.“

„Я собираюсь судиться с производителем Pall Mall: мне 83, я курю Pall Mall с двенадцати лет, и эти лживые негодяи давно обещают меня убить, о чем сообщают прямо на упаковке. Но я жив.“

„Если Вы всерьёз хотите разочаровать родителей, а к гомосексуализму душа не лежит, — идите в искусство.“

„Если бы в твоей голове заменить мозги на динамит в пропорции 1:1, то тебе бы даже шляпу не сорвало таким взрывом.“

„Тело — это самый прекрасный инструмент, которым Вы будете обладать. Танцуйте. Даже если Вам негде этого делать кроме Вашей гостиной.“

„И, пожалуйста, не читайте журналы о красивой жизни. Они только заставят вас чувствовать себя отвратительно.“

„Однажды я спросил своего сына Марка, в чем смысл жизни, и он сказал: «Мы родились для того, чтобы помочь друг другу прорваться в жизни». Он прав.“

„Люди умнеют, как слоны, которые в минуту опасности говорят: «Эге, мы в опасности, но всё будет путём, только надо весу поднабрать, фунтов 200-300», — или как жирафы: «Жизнь — дерьмо, но всё наладится, если только у нас шеи ещё чуток вырастут.»“

„… мы появляемся на свет для того, чтобы помочь друг другу пережить эту самую жизнь, в чем бы там ни был её смысл.“

„Искусство — не способ зарабатывать на жизнь. Но это очень человечный способ делать жизнь более переносимой. Когда вы занимаетесь искусством — не важно, хорошо получается или плохо, — душа ваша растет.“

„В чёрный суглинок, в болото, в песок, в камень, в асфальт или в ковёр каждый человек глубоко пускает корни для того, чтобы назвать это место своим домом.“

„Я пишу как ребёнок. Я не злоупотребляю длинными предложениями. Я не пользуюсь точкой с запятой. Я избегаю иронии — мне не нравится, когда люди говорят одно, а имеют в виду другое. Поэтому меня читают школьники.“

„Люди нуждаются в хорошей лжи, потому что кругом слишком много плохой.“

„Мы пришли в этот мир, чтобы наслаждаться нихренанеделанием. Не слушайте никого, кто будет уверять, что наше предназначение в другом.“

„Мы не остановим войны и не вылечим рак до тех пор, пока не прилетят парни на летающих тарелках и не расскажут, как это сделать.“

„Зрелость — это способность осознавать предел своих возможностей.“

„В мире нет нехватки в прекрасных писателях, но есть недостаток в надежных читателях. Поэтому я предлагаю, чтобы всем безработным выдавали очередной чек на получение пособия в обмен на список прочитанных книг.“

„Какими бы коррумпированными, алчными и бессердечными ни становились наше правительство, наш большой бизнес, наши СМИ, наши религиозные и благотворительные организации, музыка никогда не утратит очарования.“

„Война во Вьетнаме сделала миллионеров миллиардерами, а война в Ираке сделает миллиардеров триллионерами. Это то, что я называю прогрессом.“

„Мы рождены, чтобы помогать друг другу преодолевать всё, что будет нам ниспослано.“

„Большинство писем от родителей наполнены неосуществленными родительскими мечтами, замаскированными под добрые советы.“

„Мне кажется, что процессом эволюции управляет какой-то инженер от Бога. Поэтому на свете есть жирафы, бегемоты и гонорея.“

„Я потерял много друзей-писателей. Все они давали мне свои работы со словами «Прочти и скажи, что думаешь». Ну я и говорил.“

„Будущее, возможно, так же влияет на нас нынешних, как и прошлое. Жизнь — штука замысловатая. И мне действительно кажется, что будущее куда сильнее воздействует на настоящее, чем мы себе представляем. И ничего с этим поделать нельзя.“

“There is no reason why good cannot triumph as often as evil. The triumph of anything is a matter of organization. If there are such things as angels, I hope that they are organized along the lines of the Mafia.”

“Just because some of us can read and write and do a little math, that doesn't mean we deserve to conquer the Universe.”

“I wish that people who are conventionally supposed to love each other would say to each other, when they fight, "Please — a little less love, and a little more common decency."”

“Humor is an almost physiological response to fear.”

“Robert Kennedy, whose summer home is eight miles away from the home I live in all year round, was shot two nights ago. He died last night. So it goes.
Martin Luther King was shot a month ago. He died, too. So it goes.
And everyday my government gives me a count of corpses created by the military service in Vietnam. So it goes.
My father died many years ago now — of natural causes. So it goes. He was a sweet man. He was a gun nut, too. He left me his guns. They rust.”

“Here is a lesson in creative writing. First rule: Do not use semicolons. They are transvestite hermaphrodites representing absolutely nothing. All they do is show you've been to college.”

“We've sure come a long way since then. Sometimes I wish we hadn't. I hate H-bombs and the Jerry Springer show.”

“The sermon was based on what he claimed was a well-known fact, that there were no Atheists in foxholes. I asked Jack what he thought of the sermon afterwards, and he said, "There's a Chaplain who never visited the front."”

“The controls were anything but a hunch-player’s delight in a Universe composed of one-trillionth part matter to one decillion parts black velvet futility.”

“A joke is like building a mousetrap from scratch. You have to work pretty hard to make the thing snap when it is supposed to snap.”

“Things die. All things die.”

“I never knew a writer's wife who wasn't beautiful.”

“One of the great American tragedies is to have participated in a just war. It's been possible for politicians and movie-makers to encourage us we're always good guys. The Second World War absolutely had to be fought. I wouldn't have missed it for the world. But we never talk about the people we kill. This is never spoken of.”

“I don't care if I'm remembered or not when I'm dead. (A scientist I knew at General Electric, who was married to a woman named Josephine, said to me, "Why should I buy life insurance? If I die, I won't care what's happening to Jo. I won't care about anything. I'll be dead.")”

“Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.”

“Congressman Nixon had asked me why, as the son of immigrants who had been treated so well by Americans, as a man who had been treated like a son and been sent to Harvard by an American capitalist, I had been so ungrateful to the American economic system.
The answer I gave him was not original. Nothing about me has ever been original. I repeated what my one-time hero, Kenneth Whistler, had said in reply to the same general sort of question long, long ago. Whistler had been a witness at a trial of strikers accused of violence. The judge had become curious about him, had asked him why such a well-educated man from such a good family would so immerse himself in the working class.
My stolen answer to Nixon was this: "Why? The Sermon on the Mount, sir."”

“Hey — guess what: You're the only creature with free will. How does that make you feel?”

“These unhappy agents found what had already been found in abundance on Earth—a nightmare of meaningless without end. The bounties of space, of infinite outwardness, were three: empty heroics, low comedy, and pointless death.
Outwardness lost, at last, its imagined attractions.
Only inwardness remained to be explored.
Only the human soul remained terra incognita.
This was the beginning of goodness and wisdom.”

“Rumfoord had known that Constant would try to debase the picture by using it in commerce. Constant’s father had done a similar thing when he found he could not buy Leonardo’s “Mona Lisa” at any price. The old man had punished Mona Lisa by having her used in an advertising campaign for suppositories. It was the free-enterprise way of handling beauty that threatened to get the upper hand.”

“My last words? "Life is no way to treat an animal, not even a mouse."”

“I do feel that evolution is being controlled by some sort of divine engineer. I can't help thinking that. And this engineer knows exactly what he or she is doing and why, and where evolution is headed. That’s why we’ve got giraffes and hippopotami and the clap.”

“The most important message of a crucifix, to me anyway, was how unspeakably cruel supposedly sane human beings can be when under orders from a superior authority.”

“Dear Reader: The title of this book is composed of three words from my novel Cat's Cradle. A wampeter is an object around which the lives of many otherwise unrelated people may revolve. The Holy Grail would be a case in point. Foma are harmless untruths, intended to comfort simple souls. An example: "Prosperity is just around the corner." A granfalloon is a proud and meaningless association of human beings. Taken together, the words form as good an umbrella as any for this collection of some of the reviews and essays I've written, a few of the speeches I made.”

“The riot, then, was an exercise in science and theology—a seeking after clues by the living as to what life was all about.”

“I hadn't aimed at anything. If I had thought of the bullet's hitting anything, I don't remember now. I was the great marksman, anyway. If I aimed at nothing, then nothing is what I would hit. The bullet was a symbol, and nobody was ever hurt by a symbol. It was a farewell to my childhood and a confirmation of my manhood. Why didn't I use a blank cartridge? What kind of a symbol would that have been?”

“We're having a celebration, so all sorts of things have been said which are not true," I said. "That's how to act at a party.”

“I think yet again of my father, who struggled to become a painter after he was forced into early and unwelcome retirement by the Great Depression. He has reason to be optimistic about his new career, since the early stages of his pictures, whether still or portraits or landscapes, were full of pow. Mother, meaning to be helpful, would say of each one: "That's really wonderful, Kurt. Now all you have to do is finish it." He would then ruin it. I remember a portrait he did of his only brother, Alex, who was an insurance salesman, which he called "Special Agent". When he roughed it in, his hand and eye conspired with a few bold strokes to capture several important truths about Alex, including a hint of disappointment. Uncle Alex was a proud graduate of Harvard, who would rather have been a scholar of literature than an insurance man.
When Father finished the portrait, made sure every square inch of masonite had its share of paint, Uncle Alex had disappeared entirely. We had a drunk and lustful Queen Victoria instead. This was terrible.”

“I still believe that peace and plenty and happiness can be worked out some way. I am a fool.”

“During my controlled near-death experiences, I’ve met Sir Isaac Newton, who died back in 1727 as often as I’ve met Saint Peter. They both hang out at the Heaven end of the blue tunnel of the Afterlife. Saint Peter is there because it’s his job. Sir Isaac is there because of his insatiable curiosity about what the blue tunnel is, how the blue tunnel works.
It isn’t enough for Newton that during his eighty-five years on Earth he invented calculus, codified and quantified the laws of gravity, motion and optics, and designed the first reflecting telescope. He can’t forgive himself for having left it to Darwin to come up with the theory of evolution, to Pasteur to come up with the germ theory, and to Albert Einstein to come up with relativity. “I must have been deaf, dumb, and blind not to have come up with those myself,” he said to me. “What could have been more obvious?””