- All's Well That Ends Well
- Antony and Cleopatra
- As You Like It
- The Comedy of Errors
- Coriolanus
- Cymbeline
- Hamlet
- Henry IV, Part 1
- Henry IV, Part 2
- Henry V
- Henry VI, Part 1
- Henry VI, Part 2
- Henry VI, Part 3
- Henry VIII
- Julius Caesar
- King John
- King Lear
- Love's Labor's Lost
- A Lover's Complaint
- Macbeth
- Measure for Measure
- The Merchant of Venice
- The Merry Wives of Windsor
- A Midsummer Night's Dream
- Much Ado About Nothing
- Othello
- Pericles
- The Rape of Lucrece
- Richard II
- Richard III
- Romeo and Juliet
- Shakespeare's Sonnets
- The Taming of the Shrew
- The Tempest
- Timon of Athens
- Titus Andronicus
- Troilus and Cressida
- Twelfth Night
- The Two Gentlemen of Verona
- Venus and Adonis
- The Winter's Tale
This quote occurs when Dwayne arrives at the festival in search of the meaning of life, and it reflects Vonnegut’s claim that people take art entirely too seriously. Dwayne is convinced that the artists, people who have “devoted their entire lives to a search for truth and beauty,” will know the secret meaning of life. Dwayne’s own life is a mess—he is slowly losing his mind, his wife has committed suicide, and his son is a “notorious homosexual”—and he desperately needs answers. It is simply too painful for Dwayne to look too closely at his life and problems, and he…