I Write Longhand And I

Be Glad You're Even Alive.' Be Furious You're Going To Die.

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.

I'm Gonna Live Forever, Or Die Trying.

Sure, That's What I Mean,' Doc Daneeka Said. 'a Little Grease Is What Makes This World Go Round. One Hand Washes The Other. Know What I Mean? You Scratch My Back, I'll Scratch Yours.' Yossarian Knew What He Meant. That's Not What I Meant,' Doc Daneeka Said, As Yossarian Began Scratching His Back.

I Want To Keep My Dreams, Even Bad Ones, Because Without Them, I Might Have Nothing All Night Long.