But something occurred to me as I sped through that dirty shroud of fog, something Vonnegut has been trying to explain to the rest of us for most of his life. And that is this: Despair is a form of hope. It is an acknowledgment of the distance between ourselves and our appointed happiness. At certain moments, it is reason enough to live.
(Not that You Asked): Rants, Exploits, and Obsessions (ed. Random House, 2007) - ISBN: 9781588366542