I am lost on the only road
Where everyone marches with strife and assurance
I stumble and fall, trying to avoid the broken glass of my own animosity.
The cuts on my soles show where I’ve tripped.
“What is a country? A country is a piece of land surrounded on all sides by boundaries, usually unnatural. Englishmen are dying for England, Americans are dying for America, Germans are dying for Germany, Russians are dying for Russia. There are now fifty or sixty countries fighting in this war. Surely so many countries can’t all be worth dying for.”
“Anything worth living for,” said Nately, “is worth dying for.”
“And everything worth dying for,” answered the old man, “is certainly worth living for.”
-Catch 22— (via plusle-n-minun)
-Catch 22 — Corporal Whitcomb at his finest
- Dunbar: You're inches away from death every time you go on a mission. How much older can you be at your age? A half minute before that you were stepping into high school, and an unhooked brassiere was as close as you ever hoped to get to Paradise. Only a fifth of a second before that you were a small kid with a ten-week summer vacation that lasted a hundred thousand years and still ended too soon. Zip! They go rocketing by so fast. How the hell else are you ever going to slow time down?
- Clevinger: Well, maybe it is true. Maybe a long life does have to be filled with many unpleasant conditions if it's to seem long. But in that event, who wants one?
- Dunbar: I do.
- Clevinger: Why?
- Dunbar: What else is there?