If God Was Dead, How Could I

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

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.

Prostitution Gives Her An Opportunity To Meet People. It Provides Fresh Air And Wholesome Exercise, And It Keeps Her Out Of Trouble.

Now You've Given Them Hope, And They're Unhappy. So The Blame Is All Yours.

When I Look Up, I See People Cashing In. I Don't See Heaven Or Saints Or Angels. I See People Cashing In On Every Decent Impulse And Every Human Tragedy.