#von

Here's all she had to say about death: "Oh my, oh my. ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut

#kurt-vonnegut #death

Society is more concerned with material possessions than it is with the true love and compassion of another human being. ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut

#mother-night #love

Students, eh? Love 'em or hate 'em, you can't hit them with a shovel! ↗

— Terry Pratchett

#ridcully #students #love

Sir, don’t make a bigger fool out of yourself because I promise you, if my car is not here when I leave service today . . . just pray for rapture. ↗

— Jevon L. Mack

#dance #erotica #gay-romance #jevon-l-mack #love

Vonnegut is one of America's basic artists, a true and worthy heir to the grand tradition of Thoreau, Whitman, Twain, Dreiser, Traven, Tom Wolfe (the real Tom Wolfe, I mean) and Steinbeck. In other words, he writes out of a concern for justice, love, honesty, and hope. ↗

— Edward Abbey

#love

Cole smiled. “Love you,” he whispered softly. “I’ll be back soon to show you how much. ↗

— Victoria Lynne

#cole #devon #victoria-lynne #love

Oh, Cole,” she said, “the jewelry box is lovely—” “It’s not for jewelry.” She gazed up at him, surprised by his somber tone. “Then what—” “It’s a memory box, Devon. Something in which to store all those memories you collect, so you’ll never lose a single one.” He paused, looking both tender and serious at once. “Unlike the wedding gift you gave me, this one comes with strings attached. If you accept it, I expect the next fifty years of your life in return to help fill it up.” Devon bit her lip to hide a wayward, trembling smile. “Only the next fifty?” He shrugged. “We can negotiate after that.” She nodded, swallowing past the tight knot in her throat. “That sounds like a pretty fair deal to me. ↗

— Victoria Lynne

#cole #devon #victoria-lynne #love

My dear lady, you have no idea just how scandalous I can be. ~Peter Viktor von Strassenberg, 1905 ↗

— Gwenn Wright

#gothic #gwenn-wright #love #relationships #romance

Unexpected travel suggestions are dancing lessons from God” Kurt Vonnegut Jr ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut Jr

#kurt-vonnegut-jr #inspirational

Vonnegut's war was necessary. And yet it was massacre and screaming and confusion and blood and death. It was the mammoth projection outward of the confused inner life of men. In war, the sad tidy constructs we make to help us believe life is orderly and controllable are roughly thrown aside like the delusions they are. In war, love is outed as an insane, insupportable emotion, a kind of luxury emotion, because everywhere you look, someone beloved to someone is being slaughtered, by someone whose own beloved has been slaughtered, or will be, or could be. ↗

— George Saunders

#death