The question is: what is a sane man to do in an insane society?

But the God I don't believe in is a good God, a just God, a merciful God. He's not the mean and stupid God you make him out to be.

I don't understand the process of imagination-though I know that I am very much at its mercy.

[They] agreed that it was neither possible nor necessary to educate people who never questioned anything.

You have no respect for excessive authority or obsolete traditions. You're dangerous and depraved, and you ought to be taken outside and shot!

Yossarian was cold, too, and shivering uncontrollably. He felt goose pimples clacking all over him as he gazed down despondently at the grim secret Snowden had spilled all over the messy floor. It was easy to read the message in his entrails. Man was matter, that was Snowden's secret. Drop him out a window and he'll fall. Set fire to him and he'll burn. Bury him and he'll rot, like other kinds of garbage. The spirit gone, man is garbage. That was Snowden's secret. Ripeness was all. I'm cold,' Snowden said. 'I'm cold.

That's some catch, that Catch-22," he observed. It's the best there is," Doc Daneeka agreed.