Books were only one type of receptacle where we stored a lot of things we were afraid we might forget. There is nothing magical in them at all. The magic is only in what books say, how they stitched...
For if we're destroyed, the knowledge is dead...We're nothing more than dust jackets for books...so many pages to a person...
Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don't they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.
The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they...
What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you...
Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
Havermeyer was a lead bombardier who never missed. Yossarian was a lead bombardier who had been...
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...
Keep in mind that when we talk of a great painting we are not really talking about anything great....
Inscribed on the back was a line from Virgil in Latin: Audentes fortuna juvat. Fortune favors the...
It isn't even good grammar. What the hell does it mean when they disappear somebody?
The rain was pattering hypnotically on the plane's exterior.