Goodnight, Mr. Vonnegut...
"The year was 2081, and everyone was finally equal."
This was the first line of the first story I read post high school. A short story, yes, but it was nonetheless my initiation to a whole world of possibility. It was what spurred a endless love for the written word (one that I can't give much attention to these days).
At 9:45 last night, Kurt Vonnegut died, leaving us with nothing but his words everything to remember him by...
"I am, incidentally, Honorary President of the American Humanist Association, having succeeded the late, great science fiction writer Isaac Asimov in that totally functionless capacity. We had a memorial service for Isaac a few years back, and I spoke and said at one point, "Isaac is up in heaven now." It was the funniest thing I could have said to an audience of humanists. I rolled them in the aisles. It was several minutes before order could be restored. And if I should ever die, God forbid, I hope you will say, "Kurt is up in heaven now." That's my favorite joke.
This was the first line of the first story I read post high school. A short story, yes, but it was nonetheless my initiation to a whole world of possibility. It was what spurred a endless love for the written word (one that I can't give much attention to these days).
At 9:45 last night, Kurt Vonnegut died, leaving us with nothing but his words everything to remember him by...
"I am, incidentally, Honorary President of the American Humanist Association, having succeeded the late, great science fiction writer Isaac Asimov in that totally functionless capacity. We had a memorial service for Isaac a few years back, and I spoke and said at one point, "Isaac is up in heaven now." It was the funniest thing I could have said to an audience of humanists. I rolled them in the aisles. It was several minutes before order could be restored. And if I should ever die, God forbid, I hope you will say, "Kurt is up in heaven now." That's my favorite joke.