Gold Was Not Altogether Certain What, Anatomically,

Man Was Matter, That Was Snowden's Secret. Drop Him Out A Window, And He'll Fall. Set Fire To Him And He'll Burn. Bury Him And He'll Rot, Like Other Kinds Of Garbage. The Spirit Gone, Man Is Garbage. That Was Snowden's Secret. Ripeness Was All.

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.

If God Was Dead, How Could I Feel This Bad?

There Is No Disappointment So Numbing...as Someone No Better Than You Achieving More.

He Found Luciana Sitting Alone At A Table In The Allied Officers' Night Club, Where The Drunken Anzac Major Who Had Brought Her There Had Been Stupid Enough To Desert Her For The Ribald Company Of Some Singing Comrades At The Bar. "all Right, I'll Dance With You," She Said, Before Yossarian Could Even Speak. "but I Won't Let You Sleep With Me." "who Asked You?" Yossarian Asked Her. "you Don't Want To Sleep With Me?" She Exclaimed With Surprise. "i Don't Want To Dance With You.