Thursday, September 16, 2004

Q: So is this really the final book? Timequake was supposed to be your farewell, and then Dr. Kevorkian came along.

Vonnegut: I don't fucking know. I keep thinking I'll die. Why do you think I smoke so much?

Q: How many packs are you up to a day?

Vonnegut: Never mind. It's none of your fucking business. Fuck off — you know what I'm saying?

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