LATER, when he unwrapped Daisy’s graduation present he found something that looked like a handmade book, with long pages covered in red construction paper and black letters spelling out Player Piano by Kurt Vonnegut.
Judy Blume -- In the Unlikely Event
Dick was a reader of novels and especially admired Kurt Vonnegut’s God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater.
Leslie Marmon Silko -- Ceremony
In its tertiary stages, of course, it also produced unpleasant results, including loss of control of one’s limbs (the sudden, spastic motions Kurt Vonnegut writes of in his 1973 Breakfast of Champions) and madness.
Thomas C. Foster -- How to Read Literature Like a Professor
Those items sit atop two books: The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath and Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut.
John Green -- Paper Towns
"And so it goes," Kurt Vonnegut wrote once upon a time, when I was at Johns Hopkins and susceptible to such easy, breezy sentiments.
James Patterson -- Kiss the Girls
As promised in the list, she brought a Kurt Vonnegut book, Cat’s Cradle, and she read aloud to me, her soft voice mingling with the the frogs’ croaking and the grasshoppers landing softly around us.
John Green -- Looking for Alaska
American publishers boast long lists of contemporary writers with international reputations, such as Kurt Vonnegut, John Updike, Philip Roth, Saul Bellow, Norman Mailer, Gore Vidal, Joan Didion, Susan Sontag, E. L. Doctorow, and Pat Conroy—to name a few.
Robert MacNeil and William Crane -- Do You Speak American?
SLAUGHTERHOUSE-FIVE OR THE CHILDREN’S CRUSADE A Duty-dance with Death KURT VONNEGUT, JR. The cattle are lowing, The Baby awakes, But the little Lord Jesus No crying He makes.
Kurt Vonnegut -- Slaughterhouse-Five
—KURT VONNEGUT, Slaughterhouse Five WITHIN NINETY DAYS of the statue’s dedication, each of the survivors’ lives went its separate way.
James Bradley -- Flags of Our Fathers
ůstudent, Pudge has been deprived of many wonderful Culver Creek experiences, including but not limited to A. drinking wine with me in the woods, and B. getting up early on a Saturday to eat breakfast at Mclnedible and then driving through the greater Birmingham area smoking cigarettes and talking about how pathetically boring the greater Birmingham area is, and also C. going out late at night and lying in the dewy soccer field and reading a Kurt Vonnegut book by moonlight.