There Is No Disappointment So Numbing...as Someone

They're Trying To Kill Me," Yossarian Told Him Calmly. No One's Trying To Kill You," Clevinger Cried. Then Why Are They Shooting At Me?" Yossarian Asked. They're Shooting At Everyone," Clevinger Answered. "they're Trying To Kill Everyone." And What Difference Does That Make?

When I Grow Up I Want To Be A Little Boy.

I Want To Keep My Dreams, Even Bad Ones, Because Without Them, I Might Have Nothing All Night Long.

It Doesn't Make A Damned Bit Of Difference Who Wins The War To Someone Who's Dead.

After He Made Up His Mind To Spend The Rest Of The War In The Hospital, Yossarian Wrote Letters To Everyone He Knew Saying That He Was In The Hospital But Never Mentioning Why. One Day He Had A Better Idea. To Everyone He Knew He Wrote That He Was Going On A Very Dangerous Mission. "they Asked For Volunteers. It's Very Dangerous, But Someone Has To Do It. I'll Write You The Instant I Get Back." And He Had Not Written Anyone Since.