Так, песня дня была, теперь нужно цитатой поделиться.
У Вербавки нашла ссылку на интервью Воннегута, он прекрасен (там все такое эпичное):


Playboy: You want to be with people who live nearby and think exactly as you do?
Vonnegut: No. That isn't primitive enough. I want to be with people who don't think at all, so I won't have to think, either. I'm very tired of thinking. It doesn't seem to help very much. The human brain is too high-powered to have many practical uses in this particular universe, in my opinion. I'd like to live with alligators, think like an alligator.


Playboy: Even if you don't remember it, did the experience of being interned -- and bombed -- in Dresden change you in any way?
Vonnegut: No. I suppose you'd think so, because that's the cliché. The importance of Dresden in my life has been considerably exaggerated because my book about it became a best seller. If the book hadn't been a best seller, it would seem like a very minor experience in my life. And I don't think people's lives are changed by short-term events like that. Dresden was astonishing, but experiences can be astonishing without changing you. It did make me feel sort of like I'd paid my dues -- being as hungry as I was for as long as I was in prison camp. Hunger is a normal experience for a human being, but not for a middle-class American human being. I was phenomenally hungry for about six months. There wasn't nearly enough to eat -- and this is sensational from my point of view, because I would never have had this experience otherwise. Other people get hit by taxicabs or have a lung collapse or something like that, and it's impressive. But only being hungry for a while -- my weight was 175 when I went into the Army and 134 when I got out of the P.O.W. camp, so we really were hungry -- just leads to smugness now. I stood it. But one of my kids, at about the same age I was, got tuberculosis in the Peace Corps and had to lie still in a hospital ward for a year. And the only people who get tuberculosis in our society now are old people, skid-row people. So he had to lie there as a young man for a year, motionless, surrounded by old alcoholics -- and this did change him. It gave him something to meditate about.

* для тех, кто не в теме:
13—14 февраля 1945 года, находясь в плену, стал свидетелем бомбардировки Дрездена авиацией союзнических войск. Курт Воннегут оказался в числе семи американских военнопленных, выживших в тот день в Дрездене. Его переживания нашли отражение во многих произведениях, в особенности в романе «Бойня номер пять, или Крестовый поход детей», принёсшем автору известность. Воннегут был освобожден войсками Советской Армии в мае 1945 года.