Everybody Is As Unstable As Water.

There's A Rule Saying I Have To Ground Anyone Who's Crazy ... There's A Catch. Catch-22. Anyone Who Wants To Get Out Of Combat Duty Isn't Really Crazy.

I Could Not Write About A Subject Sacred To Me Because I Would Be Too Flippant. Fortunately, There Are No Subjects Sacred To Me.

Someone Had To Do Something Sometime. Every Victim Was A Culprit, Every Culprit A Victim, And Somebody Had To Stand Up Sometime To Try To Break The Lousy Chain Of Inherited Habit That Was Imperiling Them All.

But How Can One Be Warm Alone?

Who's They?" He Wanted To Know. "who, Specifically, Do You Think Is Trying To Murder You?" "every One Of Them," Yossarian Told Him. "every One Of Whom?" "every One Of Whom Do You Think?" "i Haven't Any Idea." "then How Do You Know They Aren't?" "because..." Clevinger Sputtered, And Turned Speechless With Frustration. Clevinger Really Thought He Was Right, But Yossarian Had Proof, Because Strangers He Didn't Know Shot At Him With Cannons Every Time He Flew Up Into The Air To Drop Bombs On Them, And It Wasn't Funny At All.