Sure, that's what I mean,' Doc Daneeka said. 'A little grease is what makes this world go round. One hand washes the other. Know what I mean? You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours.' Yossarian knew what he meant. That's not what I meant,' Doc Daneeka said, as Yossarian began scratching his back.

From men motivated by moral certitude, history teaches, no lasting good ever comes.

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

Maybe a long life does have to be filled with many unpleasant conditions if it's to seem long. But in that event, who wants one?

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.

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

There was no telling what people might find out once they felt free to ask whatever questions they wanted to.