But how can one be warm alone?

Clevinger had a mind, and Lieutenant Scheisskoph had noticed that people with minds tended to get pretty smart at times.

Major Major never sees anyone in his office while he's in his office.

Actually there were many officers' clubs that Yossarian had not helped build, but he was proudest of the one on Pianosa. It was a sturdy and complex monument to his powers of determination. Yossarian never went there to help until it was finished; then he went there often, so pleased was he with the large , fine, rambling shingled building. It was a truly splendid building, and Yossarian throbbed with a mighty sense of accomplishment each time he gazed at it and reflected that none of the work that had gone into it was his.

I don't think the 'what' distinguishes a good novel from a bad one but rather the 'how.'

It doesn't make a damned bit of difference who wins the war to someone who's dead.

For war there is always enough. It's peace that's expensive.