Well, He Died. You Don't Get Any

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.

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.

The Problem With The Loneliness I Suffer Is That The Company Of Others Has Never Been A Cure For It.

I Think That Maybe In Every Company Today There Is Always At Least One Person Who Is Going Crazy Slowly.

Nately Had A Bad Start. He Came From A Good Family.