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“I like to sleep. I published a new requiem for old music in another book, in which I said it was no bad thing to want sleep for everyone as an afterlife. I see no need up in the sky for more torture chambers and bingo games.”

Quote by Kurt Vonnegut

Book:Timequake
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Timequake

In this thought-provoking work, the author delves into the idea of time as a recurring phenomenon, examining how sudden shifts in time perception can disrupt daily life and challenge the very fabric of reality. more

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Kurt Vonnegut
Kurt Vonnegut

Kurt Vonnegut was an American writer known for his unique humor and profound satire. His works often explore themes of war, humanity, society, and politics. His most famous works include 'Slaughterhouse-Five' and 'Cat's Cradle'. His writing style has been widely appreciated by readers and has had a profound impact on literature. more

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