When I read something saying I've not done anything as good as Catch-22 I'm tempted to reply, "Who has?"

It was love at first sight. The first time Yossarian saw the chaplain he fell madly in love with him.

The Texan turned out to be good-natured, generous and likeable. In three days no one could stand him.

"Open your eyes, Clevinger. It doesn't make a damned bit of difference who wins the war to someone who's dead."

Clevinger was dead. That was the basic flaw in his philosophy.

"The enemy is anybody who's going to get you killed, no matter which side he's on."

He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt, and his only mission each time he went up was to come down alive.