Slaughterhouse-Five

“He’s simply echoing things we say,” said Rumfoord. “Oh,” said Lily. “He’s got echolalia now.” “Oh.”

So it goes.

“Um.”

It is just an illusion we have here on Earth that one moment follows another one, like beads on a string, and that once a moment is gone it is gone forever.

and so on—so

He was as tall as Billy, wore steel-rimmed trifocals.

And then

So it goes.

They were going to discuss whether the novel was dead or not. So it goes.