"yossarian quickened his pace to get away, almost ran. 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!"

"it may not be nice to be good, little 6655321. it may be horrible to be good. and when i say that i realize how self-contradictory that sounds. i know i shall have many sleepless nights about this. what does God want? does God want goodness or the choice of goodness? is a man who chooses the bad perhaps in some way better than a man who has the good imposed upon him? deep and hard questions, little 6655321."

"He was smiling... That's right. You know, that, that Luke smile of his. He had it on his face right to the very end. Hell, if they didn't know it 'fore, they could tell right then that they weren't a-gonna beat him. That old Luke smile. Oh, Luke. He was some boy. Cool Hand Luke. Hell, he's a natural-born world-shaker. "

a short time later, when the carpenter was taking measurements for the coffin, through the window they saw a light rain of tiny yellow flowers falling. they fell on the town all through the night in a silent storm, and they covered the roofs and blocked the doors and smothered the animals who slept outdoors. so many flowers fell from the sky that in the morning the streets were carpeted with a compact cushion and they had to clear them away with shovels and rakes so that the funeral procession could pass by...

"you arent alive anywhere like youre alive at fight club. fight club isnt about winning or losing fights. fight club isnt about words. theres grunting and noise at fight club like at the gym, but fight club isnt about looking good. theres hysterical shouting in tongues like at church, and when you wake up sunday afternoon you feel saved"

"its lovely to live on a raft. we had the sky up there, all speckled with stars, and we used to lay on our backs and look up at them, and discuss about whether they was made or only just happened. jim he allowed they was made, but i allowed they happened; i judged it would have took too long to MAKE so many. jim said the moon coulda LAID them; well, that looked kind of reasonable, so i didnt say nothing against it, because ive seen a frog lay most as many, so of course it could be done."

"i wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand. its when you know your licked before you begin, but you begin anyways and you see it through no matter what. you rarely win, but sometimes you do."

"there was a smell of time in the air tonight. he smiled and turned the fancy in his mind. what did time smell like? like dust and clocks and people. and if you wondered what time sounded like it sounded like water running in a dark cave and voices crying and dirt dropping down upon hollow box lids, and rain. and, going further, what did time look like? time looked like snow dropping silently into a black room or it looked like a silent film in an ancient theater, one hundred billion faces falling like those new years balloons, down and down into nothing. that was how time smelled and looked and sounded. and tonight - thomas shoved a hand into the wind outside the truck - tonight you could almost touch time"

"gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. it eluded us then, but thats no matter - tomorrow we will run faster, stretch our arms farther... and then one fine morning -
so we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."

"he remembered the time he had hooked one of a pair of marlin. the male fish always let the female fish feed first and the hooked fish, the female, made a wild, panic-stricken, despairing fight that soon exhausted her, and all the time the male had stayed with her, crossing the line and circling with her on the surface. he had stayed so close that the old man was afraid he would cut the line with his tail which was sharp as a scythe and almost of that size and shape. when the old man had hoisted her aboard, the male fish had stayed by the side of the boat. then while the old man was clearing the lines and preparing the harpoon, the male fish jumped high into the air beside the boat to see where the femal was and then went down deep, his lavender wings that were his pectoral fins spread wide and all his lavender stripes showing. he was beautiful, the old man remembered, and he had stayed."

"Lolita, light of my life, my sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta. Lo. Lee. Ta.
she was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing five feet ten in one sock. she was Lola in slacks. she was Dolly at school. she was Dolores on the dotted line. but in my arms she was always Lolita..."

Gareth: All right then Einstein if you're so clever, what am I thinking about now?
Tim: You're thinking how could I kill a tiger armed only with a biro?
Gareth: No.
Tim: You're thinking if I crash land in the jungle can I survive by eating my own shoes?
Gareth: No and no you can't.
Tim: What are you thinking Gareth?
Gareth: I was thinking will there ever be a boy born who can swim faster then a shark?

"dwight,

at 8 am today someone poisons the coffee. DO NOT drink the coffe! more instructions will follow.

cordially,

future dwight"

i am the king of wishful thinking