If flying-saucer creatures or angels or whatever were to come here in a hundred years, say, and find us gone like the dinosaurs, what might be a good message for humanity to leave for them, maybe carved in great big letters on a Grand Canyon wall? Here is this old poop's suggestion: WE PROBABLY COULD HAVE SAVED OURSELVES, BUT WERE TOO DAMNED LAZY TO TRY VERY HARD...

" When pressed further Vonnegut also said that "They [suicide bombers] are dying for their own self-respect. The couple separated in 1970; that same year Vonnegut began living with the woman who would later become his second wife photographer Jill Krementz although he did not divorce Cox until 1979. Breakfast of Champions became one of his best-selling novels.

: /ˈvɒnɨɡət/; November 11 1922 – April 11 2007) was an American writer. Kurt Vonnegut Jr.