Death to all modifiers, he declared one day, and out of every letter that passed through his hands went every adverb and every adjective.

I’m not running away from my responsibilities. I’m running to them. There’s nothing negative about running away to save my life.

I'm gonna live forever, or die trying.

Yossarian decided to change the subject. "Now you're changing the subject." he pointed out diplomatically. "I'll bet I can name two things to be miserable about for every one you can name to be thankful for.

I wouldn't want to live without strong misgivings.

After he made up his mind to spend the rest of the war in the hospital, Yossarian wrote letters to everyone he knew saying that he was in the hospital but never mentioning why. One day he had a better idea. To everyone he knew he wrote that he was going on a very dangerous mission. "They asked for volunteers. It's very dangerous, but someone has to do it. I'll write you the instant I get back." And he had not written anyone since.

Some people are born mediocre, some people achieve mediocrity, and some people have mediocrity thrust upon them.