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Kurt Vonnegut

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  • andrejkarlovje citiraoпре 7 година
    But there’s two kinds of work, kid, work and hard work. If you want to stand out, have something to sell, you got to do hard work.
  • andrejkarlovje citiraoпре 7 година
    Don’t put one foot in your job and the other in your dreams, Ed. Go ahead and quit, or resign yourself to this life. It’s just too much of a temptation for fate to split you right up the middle before you’ve made up your mind which way to go.
  • andrejkarlovje citiraoпре 7 година
    Machines separated the men from the boys, you might say
  • andrejkarlovje citiraoпре 7 година
    He decided that he would be about the only one interested in the expedition, the only one who didn’t feel strongly about which bank he was on.
  • andrejkarlovje citiraoпре 7 година
    I should want to go to jail?” said Paul, trying to get some sort of message for himself out of the anecdote.
    “You shouldn’t let fear of jail keep you from doing what you believe in.”
    “Well, it doesn’t.” Paul reflected that the big trouble, really, was finding something to believe in.
  • andrejkarlovje citiraoпре 7 година
    You shouldn’t let fear of jail keep you from doing what you believe in.
  • andrejkarlovje citiraoпре 7 година
    Exactly,” said Lasher. “And it’s built on more than just brain powers—it’s built on special kinds of brain power. Not only must a person be bright, he must be bright in certain approved, useful directions: basically, management or engineering.
  • andrejkarlovje citiraoпре 7 година
    Actually, it is kind of incredible that things were ever any other way, isn’t it? It was so ridiculous to have people stuck in one place all day, just using their senses, then a reflex, using their senses, then a reflex, and not really thinking at all
  • Maxim Chalovje citiraoпре 8 година
    Lasher patted Paul on his shoulder as Paul handed the glasses on to him. “Smile, Doctor Proteus—you’re somebody now, like your old man was. Who’s got a bottle?”
    Finnerty produced one.
    Lasher took it, and toasted the others. “To all good Indians,” he said, “past, present, and future. Or, more to the point—to the record.”
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