The Night Was Full Of Horrors, And

... There Is Wisdom In Madness And Strong Probability Of Truth In All Accusations, For People Are Complete, And Everyone Is Capable Of Everything.

Man Was Matter, That Was Snowden's Secret. Drop Him Out A Window, And He'll Fall. Set Fire To Him And He'll Burn. Bury Him And He'll Rot, Like Other Kinds Of Garbage. The Spirit Gone, Man Is Garbage. That Was Snowden's Secret. Ripeness Was All.

Everyone In My Book Accuses Everyone Else Of Being Crazy. Frankly, I Think The Whole Society Is Nuts - And The Question Is: What Does A Sane Man Do In An Insane Society?

Destiny Is A Good Thing To Accept When It's Going Your Way. When It Isn't, Don't Call It Destiny; Call It Injustice, Treachery, Or Simple Bad Luck.

Her Own Body Was Such A Familiar And Unremarkable Thing To Her That She Was Puzzled By The Convulsive Ecstasy Men Could Take From It, By The Intense And Amusing Need They Had Merely To Touch It, To Reach Out Urgently And Press It, Squeeze It, Pinch It, Rub It. She Did Not Understand Yossarian's Lust; But She Was Willing To Take Is Word For It.