I’m Catholic and I can’t commit suicide, but I plan to drink myself to death.

First you take a drink, then the drink takes a drink, then the drink takes you.

Always be drunk… Get drunk militantly. Just get drunk.

Anyway, I wasn’t saying much that I wanted to say. I never do. I’m crazy. No kidding.

It was as though Buhler and Jackson and I had done something that had died and been buried, and only I knew about it, and no one was at the funeral but me.

If I should ever die, God forbid, let this be my epitaph:
THE ONLY PROOF HE NEEDED
FOR THE EXISTENCE OF GOD
WAS MUSIC”
— Kurt Vonnegut