Everyone In My Book Accuses Everyone Else

Men," He Began His Address To The Officers, Measuring His Pauses Carefully. "you're American Officers. The Officers Of No Other Army In The World Can Make That Statement. Think About It.

Who's They?" He Wanted To Know. "who, Specifically, Do You Think Is Trying To Murder You?" "every One Of Them," Yossarian Told Him. "every One Of Whom?" "every One Of Whom Do You Think?" "i Haven't Any Idea." "then How Do You Know They Aren't?" "because..." Clevinger Sputtered, And Turned Speechless With Frustration. Clevinger Really Thought He Was Right, But Yossarian Had Proof, Because Strangers He Didn't Know Shot At Him With Cannons Every Time He Flew Up Into The Air To Drop Bombs On Them, And It Wasn't Funny At All.

...[a]nything Worth Dying For ... Is Certainly Worth Living For.

How Did I Get Here? Somebody Pushed Me. Somebody Must Have Set Me Off In This Direction And Clus-ters Of Other Hands Must Have Touched Themselves To The Controls At Various Times, For I Would Not Have Picked This Way For The World.

Hungry Joe Collected Lists Of Fatal Diseases And Arranged Them In Alphabetical Order So That He Could Put His Finger Without Delay On Any One He Wanted To Worry About.