But, on the instant, came the sweep and flash of Jonathan's great knife. I shrieked as I saw it shear through the throat. Whilst at the same moment Mr. Morris's bowie knife plunged into the heart.

The policeman isn&#39;t there to create disorder; the policeman is there to preserve disorder.

The gods of the hearth exist for us still; and let all new faith be tolerant of that fetishism, lest it bruise its own roots.

She destroyed egos by the score and made men hate themselves in the morning by the way she found them, used them, and tossed them aside.

Written By Joseph Heller

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