The Lord gave us farmers two strong hands so we could grab as much as we could with both of them.

Well, he died. You don't get any older than that.

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

In short, Clevinger was one of those people with lots of intelligence and no brains, and everyone knew it except those who soon found it out.

I'll tell you what justice is. Justice is a knee in the gut from the floor on the chin at night sneaky with a knife brought up down on the magazine of a battleship sandbagged underhanded in the dark without a word of warning

Why are they going to disappear him?' I don't know.' It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good grammar.

The enemy," retorted Yossarian with weighted precision, "is anybody who's going to get you killed, no matter which side he's on, and that includes Colonel Cathcart. And don't you forget that, because the longer you remember it, the longer you might live.