Checking in...........................

 ...............with Joseph Heller's Catch-22:

Insanity is contagious.

it was neither possible nor necessary to educate people who never questioned anything.

Morale was deteriorating and it was all Yossarian's fault. The country was in peril; he was jeopardizing his traditional rights of freedom and independence by daring to exercise them.

There was no telling what people might find out once they felt free to ask whatever questions they wanted to.

Major Major had been born too late and too mediocre. Some men are born mediocre, some men achieve mediocrity, and some men have mediocrity thrust upon them. With Major Major it had been all three. Even among men lacking all distinction he inevitably stood out as a man lacking more distinction than all the rest, and people who met him were always impressed by how unimpressive he was.

He was a self-made man who owed his lack of success to nobody.

Clevinger had a mind, and Lieutenant Scheisskoph had noticed that people with minds tended to get pretty smart at times.

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

History did not demand Yossarian's premature demise, justice could be satisfied without it, progress did not hinge upon it, victory did not depend on it. That men would die was a matter of necessity; WHICH men would die, though, was a matter of circumstance, and Yossarian was willing to be the victim of anything but circumstance. But that was war. Just about all he could find in its favor was that it paid well and liberated children from the pernicious influence of their parents.

He was going to live forever, or die in the attempt.

Now you've given them hope, and they're unhappy. So the blame is all yours.

“From now on I'm thinking only of me."  Major Danby replied indulgently with a superior smile: "But, Yossarian, suppose everyone felt that way."  "Then," said Yossarian, "I'd certainly be a damned fool to feel any other way, wouldn't I?”