But that was war. Just about all he could find in its favor was that it paid well and liberated children from the pernicious influence of their parents.

I'd like to see the government get out of war altogether and leave the whole field to private individuals.

"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.

Everything passes. (That's what makes it endurable.)

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

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.

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