He Knew Everything About Literature Except How

They Couldn't Keep Death Out, But While She Was In She Had To Act Like A Lady.

How Much Reverence Can You Have For A Supreme Being Who Finds It Necessary To Include Such Phenomena As Phlegm And Tooth Decay In His Divine System Of Creation? What In The World Was Running Through That Warped, Evil, Scatological Mind Of His When He Robbed Old People Of The Power To Control Their Bowel Movements?

As Always Occurred When He Quarreled Over Principles In Which He Believed Passionately, He Would End Up Gasping Furiously For Air And Blinking Back Bitter Tears Of Conviction. There Were Many Principles In Which Clevinger Believed Passionately. He Was Crazy.

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

"what Would They Do To Me," He Asked In Confidential Tones, "if I Refused To Fly Them?" "we'd Probably Shoot You," Ex-p.f.c. Wintergreen Replied. "we?" Yossarian Cried In Surprise. "what Do You Mean, We? Since When Are You On Their Side?" "if You're Going To Be Shot, Whose Side Do You Expect Me To Be On?" Ex-p.f.c. Wintergreen Retorted.