A Man's Head Is His Castle.

The Enemy," Retorted Yossarian With Weighted Precision, "is Anybody Who's Going To Get You Killed, No Matter Which Side He's On, And That Includes Colonel Cathcart. And Don't You Forget That, Because The Longer You Remember It, The Longer You Might Live.

You Have Deep-seated Survival Anxieties. And You Don't Like Bigots, Bullies, Snobs Or Hypocrites. Subconsciously There Are Many People You Hate." "consciously, Sir, Consciously," Yossarian Corrected In An Effort To Help. "i Hate Them Consciously.

Something Did Happen To Me Somewhere That Robbed Me Of Confidence And Courage And Left Me With A Fear Of Discovery And Change And A Positive Dread Of Everything Unknown That May Occur.

Clevinger Was A Troublemaker And A Wise Guy. Lieutenant Scheisskopf Knew That Clevinger Might Cause Even More Trouble If He Wasn't Watched. Yesterday It Was The Cadet Officers; Tomorrow It Might Be The World. Clevinger Had A Mind, And Lieutenant Scheisskopf Had Noticed That People With Minds Tended To Get Pretty Smart At Times. Such Men Were Dangerous, And Even The New Cadet Officers Whom Clevinger Had Helped Into Office Were Eager To Give Damning Testimony Against Him. The Case Against Clevinger Was Open And Shut. The Only Thing Missing Was Something To Charge Him With.

Be Glad You're Even Alive.' Be Furious You're Going To Die.