Exerpts from an interview with McSweeney's:

Q: Do you think several hundred years from now, if we should have a planet then, that there could be, between the Shakespeare and the Beethoven, a couple Kurt Vonnegut books?
VONNEGUT: I can only think of an experience I had back when I was working PR at General Electric. I worked with a man who had been married for some time and was about to become a father. GE had just begun offering reduced rates on insurance plans—life insurance, health insurance. I was looking everything over, wondering what I might get, and I asked him, "Aren't you going to get some life insurance?" And he looked at me and said, "Why should I? I'll be dead. What do I care what happens to them after I'm gone?" (Laughs.) Is that scientific enough?
Q: So is this really the final book? Timequake was supposed to be your farewell, and then God Bless You, Dr. Kevorkian came along.
VONNEGUT: I don't fucking know. I keep thinking I'll die. Why do you think I smoke so much?
Q: How many packs are you up to a day?
VONNEGUT: Never mind. It's none of your fucking business. Fuck off—you know what I'm saying?
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