She Was The Epitome Of Stately Sorrow

In Short, Clevinger Was One Of Those People With Lots Of Intelligence And No Brains, And Everyone Knew It Except Those Who Soon Found It Out.

If Character Is Destiny, The Good Are Damned.

I Can't Start Writing Until I Have A Closing Line.

I Don't Understand The Process Of Imagination-though I Know That I Am Very Much At Its Mercy.

From Now On I'm Thinking Only Of Me." Major Danby Replied Indulgently With A Superior Smile: "but, Yossarian, Suppose Everyone Felt That Way." "then," Said Yossarian, "i'd Certainly Be A Damned Fool To Feel Any Other Way, Wouldn't I?