kanaanhardaway 's review for:

Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut
5.0

“And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep” (p. 18).

“The champagne was dead. So it goes” (p. 73).

“…What we love in our books are the depths of many marvelous moments seen all at one time” (p. 88).