He Knew Everything About Literature

In The Long Run, Failure Was The Only Thing That Worked Predictably. All Else Was Accidental.

A Man's Head Is His Castle.

Gold Was Not Altogether Certain What, Anatomically, A Gorge Was, But He Knew That His Was Rising.

From Now On I'm Thinking Only Of Me." Major Danby Replied Indulgently With A Superior Smile: "but, Yossarian, Suppose Everyone Felt That Way." "then," Said Yossarian, "i'd Certainly Be A Damned Fool To Feel Any Other Way, Wouldn't I?

But How Can One Be Warm Alone?