Insanity Is Contagious.

Where Were You Born?" "on A Battlefield," [yossarian] Answered. "no, No. In What State Were You Born?" "in A State Of Innocence.

He Found Luciana Sitting Alone At A Table In The Allied Officers' Night Club, Where The Drunken Anzac Major Who Had Brought Her There Had Been Stupid Enough To Desert Her For The Ribald Company Of Some Singing Comrades At The Bar. "all Right, I'll Dance With You," She Said, Before Yossarian Could Even Speak. "but I Won't Let You Sleep With Me." "who Asked You?" Yossarian Asked Her. "you Don't Want To Sleep With Me?" She Exclaimed With Surprise. "i Don't Want To Dance With You.

I Am Miracle Ingredient Z-247. I'm Immense. I'm A Real, Slam-bang, Honest-to-goodness, Three-fisted Humdinger. I'm A Bona Fide Supraman.

Everything Passes. (that's What Makes It Endurable.)

He Knew Everything About Literature Except How To Enjoy It.