I Wouldn't Want To Live Without Strong

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.

Her Own Body Was Such A Familiar And Unremarkable Thing To Her That She Was Puzzled By The Convulsive Ecstasy Men Could Take From It, By The Intense And Amusing Need They Had Merely To Touch It, To Reach Out Urgently And Press It, Squeeze It, Pinch It, Rub It. She Did Not Understand Yossarian's Lust; But She Was Willing To Take Is Word For It.

Catch-22 Did Not Exist, He Was Positive Of That, But It Made No Difference. What Did Matter Was That Everyone Thought It Existed, And That Was Much Worse, For There Was No Object Or Text To Ridicule Or Refute, To Accuse, Criticize, Attack, Amend, Hate, Revile, Spit At, Rip To Shreds, Trample Upon Or Burn Up.

I Wouldn't Want To Live Without Strong Misgivings.

There Was Only One Catch And That Was Catch-22. Orr Would Be Crazy To Fly More Missions And Sane If He Didn't, But If He Was Sane He Had To Fly Them. If He Flew Them He Was Crazy And Didn't Have To; But If He Didn't Want To He Was Sane And Had To.