Billy licked his lips, thought for a while, inquired at last: “Why me?”

“That is a very Earthling question to ask , Mr. Pilgrim. Why you? Why us for that matter? Why anything? Because this moment simply is. Have you ever seen bugs trapped in amber?”

“Yes.” Billy, in fact, had a paperweight in his office which was a blob of polished amber with three lady-bugs embedded in it.

“Well, here we are, Mr. Pilgrim, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.”

— Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse Five (via spookyhouse)

(Source: valonqar, via keirp07)