“You know what? You know what? You know what?' I was waving my finger under her nose. 'You scratched the Son of God. That's your ass, that's what.”

“'You do know what magic is, don't you?'Magic's when you close your eyes, make a wish, and it comes true.''No, that's coincidence.'Magic's when a princess kisses a frog and it turns into a prince.''No, that's evolution.'Isabelle scratched her neck. 'Well, then, what is magic?”

“So what are you going to tell her?""A little help?" I pleaded. "What does she want to know?"He shook his head, grinning wickedly. "That's not fair.""No, you not sharing what you know-now that's not fair.”

“Sure, that's what I mean,' Doc Daneeka said. 'A little grease is what makes this world go round. One hand washes the other. Know what I mean? You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours.'Yossarian knew what he meant.That's not what I meant,' Doc Daneeka said, as Yossarian began scratching his back.”

“Sometimes what you're looking for is right under your nose and you don't even know it.”

“You know what the issue is? Do you want to know? It's what these guys have decided to call America. They have the audacity to say, 'There, you sons of bitches, don't lay a finger on it. That is a finished product.'""But any country is still in the making. Always. That's just history, people have to see that.”