I Couldn't See Much Point In Tying

I Am Miracle Ingredient Z-247. I'm Immense. I'm A Real, Slam-bang, Honest-to-goodness, Three-fisted Humdinger. I'm A Bona Fide Supraman.

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.

Gold Was Not Altogether Certain What, Anatomically, A Gorge Was, But He Knew That His Was Rising.

The Problem With The Loneliness I Suffer Is That The Company Of Others Has Never Been A Cure For It.

It Doesn't Make A Damned Bit Of Difference Who Wins The War To Someone Who's Dead.