"What would they do to me," he asked in confidential tones, "if I refused to fly them?" "We'd probably shoot you," ex-P.F.C. Wintergreen replied. "We?" Yossarian cried in surprise. "What do you mean, we? Since when are you on their side?" "If you're going to be shot, whose side do you expect me to be on?" ex-P.F.C. Wintergreen retorted.

I think that maybe in every company today there is always at least one person who is going crazy slowly.

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

He knew everything about literature except how to enjoy it.

Everybody is as unstable as water.

They couldn't keep Death out, but while she was in she had to act like a lady.

I want to keep my dreams, even bad ones, because without them, I might have nothing all night long.