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

When I read something saying I've not done anything as good as 'Catch-22' I'm tempted to reply, 'Who has?'

As always occurred when he quarreled over principles in which he believed passionately, he would end up gasping furiously for air and blinking back bitter tears of conviction. There were many principles in which Clevinger believed passionately. He was crazy.

It is the anonymous "they," the enigmatic "they" who are in charge. Who is "they"? I don't know. Nobody knows. Not even "they" themselves.

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

There was only one catch and that was catch 22

To Yossarian, the idea of pennants as prizes was absurd. No money went with them, no class privileges. Like Olympic medals and tennis trophies, all they signified was that the owner had done something of no benefit to anyone more capably than everyone else.