The Texan wanted everybody in the ward to be happy but Yossarian and Dunbar. He was really very sick.
The Germans will be beaten in a few months. And Japan will be beaten a few months after that. If I were to give up my life now, it wouldn't be for my country. It would be for Cathcart and Korn. So I'm...
Superman?’ Clevinger cried. ‘Superman?’ ‘Supraman,’ Yossarian corrected.
Success and failure are both difficult to endure. Along with success come drugs, divorce, fornication, bullying, travel, meditation, medication, depression, neurosis and suicide. With failure comes fa...
Stia totul despre literatura, in afara de modul in care se putea bucura de ea.
She was the epitome of stately sorrow each time she smiled.
Oh, don’t you worry about that, Yossarian comforted him with a toneless snicker as the engines of the jeeps and ambulance fractured the drowsy silence and the vehicles in the rear began driving away b...
Of course you're dying. We're all dying. Where the devil else do you think you're heading?
Nincs mód arra, hogy tényleg mindent tudjunk, ezt is tudta, sőt azt is, hogy még azt se tudhatjuk, valóban nincs-e mód arra, hogy tényleg mindent tudjunk.
Mindenki nagyon barátságosan viselkedett vele szemben, és senki sem volt hozzá igazán kedves; mindenki szóba állt vele, és mindenki csak semmiségeket mondott neki.
Mindenki arra tanított bennünket, hogy magasrendű dolgok után vágyakozzunk.
Mi a haza? A haza egy darab föld, amit minden oldalról határok vesznek körül, rendszerint természetellenes határok. Az angolok meghalnak Angliáért, az amerikaiak meghalnak Amerikáért, a németek meghal...
Men, he began his address to the officers, measuring his pauses carefully. You're American officers. The officers of no other army in the world can make that statement. Think about it.
I’d rather have peanut brittle crumbs on my face than flies in my eyes, Havermeyer retorted.
It was truly a splendid structure, 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.
It was a vile and muddy war, and Yossarian could have lived without it—lived forever, perhaps. Only a fraction of his countrymen would give up their lives to win it, and it was not his ambition to be...
It sure is a pleasure not having Flume around in the mess hall any more. No more of that 'Pass the salt, Walt.'Or 'Pass the bread, Fred.'Or 'Shoot me a beet, Pete.
It made him proud that 29 months in the service had not blunted his genius for ineptitude.
It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good grammar. What the hell does it mean when they disappear somebody?
It doesn't make a damned bit of difference who wins the war to someone who's dead.