“I ask one more question: “But terrorists believe in twisted religious things, don’t they? So surely that can’t be right?”
“Well, they’re dying for their own self-respect,” Vonnegut fires back. “It’s a terrible thing to deprive someone of their self-respect. It’s [like] your culture is nothing, your race is nothing, you’re nothing.”
There’s another long pause and Vonnegut’s eyes suggest his mind has wandered off somewhere. Then, suddenly, he turns back to me and says: “It must be an amazing high.”
“What?” I ask. “Strapping a bomb to yourself,” he says. “You would know death is going to be painless, so the anticipation … must be an amazing high.”
19 Nov 2005, The Australian
“Well, they’re dying for their own self-respect,” Vonnegut fires back. “It’s a terrible thing to deprive someone of their self-respect. It’s [like] your culture is nothing, your race is nothing, you’re nothing.”
There’s another long pause and Vonnegut’s eyes suggest his mind has wandered off somewhere. Then, suddenly, he turns back to me and says: “It must be an amazing high.”
“What?” I ask. “Strapping a bomb to yourself,” he says. “You would know death is going to be painless, so the anticipation … must be an amazing high.”