Opening line of novel.
God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater (1965)
Quotes from book
God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater
God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater, or Pearls Before Swine, is a novel written by Kurt Vonnegut, published in 1965. It is the story of Eliot Rosewater, a millionaire who develops a social conscience, abandons New York City, and establishes the Rosewater Foundation in Rosewater, Indiana, "where he attempts to dispense unlimited amounts of love and limited sums of money to anyone who will come to his office."
“We don't piss in your ashtrays,
So please don't throw cigarettes in our urinals.”
Eliot Rosewater's favorite poem, from the wall of the men's room at the Log Cabin Inn.
God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater (1965)
On Charley Warmergran, the Fire Chief of Rosewater.
God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater (1965)
"Eliot Rosewater" to a group of volunteer firemen.
God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater (1965)
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God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater (1965)
Concerning Eliot Rosewater.
God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater (1965)
“There's only one rule that I know of, babies — "God damn it, you've got to be kind."”
God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater (1965)
Context: Hello, babies. Welcome to Earth. It's hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It's round and wet and crowded. At the outside, babies, you've got about a hundred years here. There's only one rule that I know of, babies — "God damn it, you've got to be kind."
"Eliot Rosewater" to a group of science fiction writers
God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater (1965)
Context: I love you sons of bitches. You’re all I read any more. You're the only ones who’ll talk all about the really terrific changes going on, the only ones crazy enough to know that life is a space voyage, and not a short one, either, but one that’ll last for billions of years. You’re the only ones with guts enough to really care about the future, who really notice what machines do to us, what wars do to us, what cities do to us, what big, simple ideas do to us, what tremendous misunderstanding, mistakes, accidents, catastrophes do to us. You're the only ones zany enough to agonize over time and distance without limit, over mysteries that will never die, over the fact that we are right now determining whether the space voyage for the next billion years or so is going to be Heaven or Hell.
