Actually there were many officers' clubs that Yossarian had not helped build, but he was proudest of the one on Pianosa. It was a sturdy and complex monument to his powers of determination. Yossarian never went there to help until it was finished; then he went there often, so pleased was he with the large , fine, rambling shingled building. It was a truly splendid building, and Yossarian throbbed with a mighty sense of accomplishment each time he gazed at it and reflected that none of the work that had gone into it was his.

There are yawning gulfs into which large chunks of me have fallen. I do not always know where I am at present.

You have deep-seated survival anxieties. And you don't like bigots, bullies, snobs or hypocrites. Subconsciously there are many people you hate." "Consciously, sir, consciously," Yossarian corrected in an effort to help. "I hate them consciously.

There is no disappointment so numbing...as someone no better than you achieving more.

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

I don't believe in miracles because it's been a long time since we've had any.

Fortunately, just when things were blackest, the war broke out.