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

The night was full of horrors, and he thought he knew how Christ must have felt as he walked through the world, like a psychiatrist through a ward full of nuts.

I can't start writing until I have a closing line.

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

He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt.

You have deep-seated survival anxieties. And you don't like bigots, bullies, snobs or hypocrites. Subconsciously there are many people you hate." "Consciously, sir, consciously," Yossarian corrected in an effort to help. "I hate them consciously.

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