mankind is resilient: the atrocities that horrified us a week ago become acceptable tomorrow.

I could not write about a subject sacred to me because I would be too flippant. Fortunately, there are no subjects sacred to me.

He found Luciana sitting alone at a table in the Allied officers' night club, where the drunken Anzac major who had brought her there had been stupid enough to desert her for the ribald company of some singing comrades at the bar. "All right, I'll dance with you," she said, before Yossarian could even speak. "But I won't let you sleep with me." "Who asked you?" Yossarian asked her. "You don't want to sleep with me?" she exclaimed with surprise. "I don't want to dance with you.

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

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

...[A]nything worth dying for ... is certainly worth living for.

So many things were testing his faith. There was the Bible, of course, but the Bible was a book, and so were Bleak House, Treasure Island, Ethan Frome and The Last of the Mohicans. Did it then seem probable, as he had once overheard Dunbar ask, that the answers to riddles of creation would be supplied by people too ignorant to understand the mechanics of rainfall? Had Almighty God, in all His infinite wisdom, really been afraid that men six thousand years ago would succeed in building a tower to heaven?