Vonnegut in The Paris Review.
Not many writers talk about the mechanics of stories.
I am such a barbarous technocrat that I believe they can be tinkered with like Model T Fords.
To what end?
To give the reader pleasure.
Will you ever write a love story, do you think?
Maybe. I lead a loving life. I really do. Even when I’m leading that loving life, though, and it’s going so well, I sometimes find myself thinking, “My goodness, couldn’t we talk about something else for just a little while?” You know what’s really funny?
My books are being thrown out of school libraries all over the country—because they’re supposedly obscene. I’ve seen letters to small-town newspapers that put Slaughterhouse Five in the same class with Deep Throat and Hustler magazine. How could anybody masturbate to Slaughterhouse Five?”