He was never without misery, and never without hope.

There was only one catch and that was Catch22, which specified that a concern for one's safety in the face of dangers that were real and immediate was the process of a rational mind. Orr was crazy and could be grounded. All he had to do was ask, and as soon as he did, he would no longer be crazy and would have to fly more missions. Orr would be crazy to fly more missions and sane if he didn't, but if he was sane he had to fly them. If he flew them he was crazy and didn't have to; but if he didn't want to he was sane and had to.

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

Gold was not altogether certain what, anatomically, a gorge was, but he knew that his was rising.

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

It made him proud that 29 months in the service had not blunted his genius for ineptitude.