[b]Joseph Heller
They’re not going to send a crazy man out to be killed, are they?
Who else will go?[/b]
Right, like they actually had a choice. If you know what I mean.
The night was filled with horrors, and he thought he knew how Christ must have felt as he walked through the world, like a psychiatrist through a ward full of nuts, like a victim through a prison full of thieves. What a welcome sight a leper must have been!
In other words, there’s not much you can’t put in perspective.
Under Colonel Korn’s rule, the only people permitted to ask questions were those who never did.
Let’s call them, say, the masses.
Why don’t you use some sense and try to be more like me? You might live to be a hundred and seven, too.
Because it’s better to die on one’s feet than live on one’s knees, Nately retorted with triumphant and lofty conviction. I guess you’ve heard that saying before.
Yes, I certainly have, mused the treacherous old man, smiling again. But I’m afraid you have it backward. It is better to live on one’s feet than die on one’s knees. That is the way the saying goes.
Are you sure? Nately asked with sober confusion. It seems to make more sense my way.
No, it makes more sense my way. Ask your friends.
Well, if I actually had any friends, sure, I’d ask them.
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 his word for it.
Much like Harvey Weinstein’s lust today no doubt.
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 failure.
Unless of course you succeed in failing. You know, if that’s what you set out to do.