Where Are The Snowdens Of Yesteryear?

I Had Examined Myself Pretty Thoroughly And Discovered That I Was Unfit For Military Service.

The Enemy Is Anybody Who's Going To Get You Killed, No Matter Which Side He's On.

It Doesn't Make A Damned Bit Of Difference Who Wins The War To Someone Who's Dead.

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

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.