Nately had a bad start. He came from a good family.

In the long run, failure was the only thing that worked predictably. All else was accidental.

Remember that everyone deserves some fun during working hours.

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

If character is destiny, the good are damned.

Catch-22 did not exist, he was positive of that, but it made no difference. What did matter was that everyone thought it existed, and that was much worse, for there was no object or text to ridicule or refute, to accuse, criticize, attack, amend, hate, revile, spit at, rip to shreds, trample upon or burn up.

It was miraculous. It was almost no trick at all, he saw, to turn vice into virtue and slander into truth, impotence into abstinence, arrogance into humility, plunder into philanthropy, thievery into honor, blasphemy into wisdom, brutality into patriotism, and sadism into justice. Anybody could do it; it required no brains at all. It merely required no character.