Where Are The Snowdens Of Yesteryear?

You Know, That Might Be The Answer - To Act Boastfully About Something We Ought To Be Ashamed Of. That's A Trick That Never Seems To Fail.

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

Some People Are Born Mediocre, Some People Achieve Mediocrity, And Some People Have Mediocrity Thrust Upon Them.

To Yossarian, The Idea Of Pennants As Prizes Was Absurd. No Money Went With Them, No Class Privileges. Like Olympic Medals And Tennis Trophies, All They Signified Was That The Owner Had Done Something Of No Benefit To Anyone More Capably Than Everyone Else.

When I Look Up, I See People Cashing In. I Don't See Heaven Or Saints Or Angels. I See People Cashing In On Every Decent Impulse And Every Human Tragedy.