But The God I Don't Believe In

Gold Was Not Sure Of Many Things, But He Was Definite About One: For Every Successful Person He Knew, He Could Name At Least Two Others Of Greater Ability, Better, And Higher Intelligence Who, By Comparison, Had Failed.

Peace On Earth Would Mean The End Of Civilization As We Know It.

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.

To Yossarian, The Idea Of Pennants As Prizes Was Absurd. No Money Went With Them, No Class Privileges. Like Olympic Medals And Tennis Trophies, All They Signified Was That The Owner Had Done Something Of No Benefit To Anyone More Capably Than Everyone Else.

The Enemy," Retorted Yossarian With Weighted Precision, "is Anybody Who's Going To Get You Killed, No Matter Which Side He's On, And That Includes Colonel Cathcart. And Don't You Forget That, Because The Longer You Remember It, The Longer You Might Live.