“Robert Kennedy, whose summer home is eight miles from the home I live in all year round, was shot two nights ago. He died last night. So it goes. Martin Luther King was shot a month ago. He died, too. So it goes. And every day my Government gives me a count of corpses created by military science in Vietnam. So it goes. My father died many years ago now — of natural causes. So it goes. He was a sweet man. He was a gun nut, too. He left me his guns. They rust.“
– Kurt Vonnegut, 1969, Slaughterhouse-Five
“The price we paid was the price men have always paid for
achieving a paradise in this life – we went soft, we lost our edge.”
– Frank Herbert, Dune, p. 251
“Two different writers frame two different ways of seeing the world. And so it goes.”