The green began to seethe.

Awestruck, Flora stared at the dishevelled sisters with their blazing faces and radiant ragged wings, who smelled of no kin but the wild high air.

The man stood alone by the hive. On impulse he put his palm against the wood, as if feeling for a pulse.

717! You are behaving like a demented bluebottle - stop that!

Adventures do occur, but not punctually.

[Chief White Halfoat:] Racial prejudice is a terrible thing, Yossarian. It really is. It's a terrible thing to treat a decent, loyal Indian like a nig*er, kike, wop, or spic.

We are in what we hope is an intensive diplomatic phase now. It will not be open-ended.

Sometimes, flying feels too godlike to be attained by man. Sometimes, the world from above seems too beautiful, too wonderful, too distant for human eyes to see .

He saw that no one owned anything really. It's all rented, or borrowed. Our possessions will outlast us, we'll desert them in the end.

I pretty much work all the time.

For peace of mind, we need to resign as general manager of the universe.

Remember, frustration is out of expectation, and ego is always expecting. The ego is a beggar.

My dream is to show the fire which comes out of the horses' nostrils; the dust which rises from their hooves. I want this to be an infernal waltz.

I want my questions answered by an alert and experienced politician, prepared to be grilled and quoted -- not my hand held by an old smoothie.