I Could Not Write About A Subject

Something Did Happen To Me Somewhere That Robbed Me Of Confidence And Courage And Left Me With A Fear Of Discovery And Change And A Positive Dread Of Everything Unknown That May Occur.

Where Were You Born?" "on A Battlefield," [yossarian] Answered. "no, No. In What State Were You Born?" "in A State Of Innocence.

Who's They?" He Wanted To Know. "who, Specifically, Do You Think Is Trying To Murder You?" "every One Of Them," Yossarian Told Him. "every One Of Whom?" "every One Of Whom Do You Think?" "i Haven't Any Idea." "then How Do You Know They Aren't?" "because..." Clevinger Sputtered, And Turned Speechless With Frustration. Clevinger Really Thought He Was Right, But Yossarian Had Proof, Because Strangers He Didn't Know Shot At Him With Cannons Every Time He Flew Up Into The Air To Drop Bombs On Them, And It Wasn't Funny At All.

Remember That Everyone Deserves Some Fun During Working Hours.

I Want To Keep My Dreams, Even Bad Ones, Because Without Them, I Might Have Nothing All Night Long.