#vonnegut

September blues Over the summer I reread Charles Dicken's novel and was again impressed. I knew all the spoilers, but still enjoyed every minute of it. I had fun watching Pip grow up into his expectations.

The imaginations of SciFi writers have sometimes followed an apocalyptic line. Such writers today might well be accused of "conspiracy theory" scare stories. They might well be denounced as

We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be #KurtVonnegut

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Hello World. My name is Abdulsalam. The name I’m using here on Steemit, Gosee (pronounced Go-say), is my name in Afaan Oromo, and it means—more or less—my tribe. Abdulsalam in Arabic means servant of the

Those years weren't lost. They simply weren't the way I'd planned them #KurtVonnegut

We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be #KurtVonnegut

Two little good girls Watchful and wise — Clever little hands And big kind eyes — Look for signs that the world is good, Comport themselves as good folk should. They wonder at a father Who is sad and funny

We are here to help each other get through this thing, whatever it is.

image source ; google image A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved. Kurt Vonnegut

Enjoy the little things in life Because one day you`ll look back and realize they were the big things. Kurt Vonnegut

from Dan Wakefield's book "Kurt Vonnegut: Letters" FORM OF FICTION TERM PAPER ASSIGNMENT November 30, 1965 Beloved: This course began as Form and Theory of Fiction, became Form of Fiction, then

Slow and wide, right, 'cause I'm in it for the long ride 'bout to swallow five pills which spell out: PRIDE The soil's dust gathers at the fringes of my mind, The river's've all but gone dry, Why the water,

The first and only time I met Kurt Vonnegut, I was waiting for the Met to open up on what was a very early morning for me – when out of nowhere, I hear my Dad exclaim, “Evan! Look! It’s Kurt Vonnegut!”

Here is a fast motion sketch for a portrait of great writer Kurt Vonnegut. I owe him a lot. Everyone owes him a lot, in my humble opinion. And hooray for our team! :) And here are some quotes from