Slaughterhouse-Five

So it goes.

The destruction of Dresden was represented by a vertical band of orange cross-hatching, and all the lines that were still alive passed through it, came out the other side.

So it goes.

It would make a good epitaph for Billy Pilgrim—and for me, too.

So it goes.

“All the real soldiers are dead,” she said. It was true. So it goes.

And I say to Sam now: “Sam—here’s the book.”

he said,

and so on.

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