You remember I said before that Ackley was a slob in his personal habits? Well, so was Stradlater, but in a different way. Stradlater was more of a secret slob. He always looked all right, Stradlater,...
You can't stop a teacher when they want to do something. They just do it.
You can't exist in this world with such strong likes and dislikes.
This is a people shooting hat, I said. I shoot people in this hat.
There are nice things in the world- and I mean nice things. We're all such morons to get so sidetracked.
Then I’d throw my automatic down the elevator shaft-after I’d wiped off all the fingerprints and all. Then I’d crawl back up to my room and call up Jane and have her come over and bandage up my guts....
The man falling isn't permitted to feel or hear himself hit bottom. He just keeps falling and falling.
The cards are stacked (quite properly, I imagine) against all professional aesthetes, and no doubt we all deserve the dark, wordy, academic deaths we all sooner or later die.
Our foyer has a funny smell that doesn't smell like anyplace else. I don't know what the hell it is. It isn't cauliflower and it isn't perfume—I don't know what the hell it is—but you always know you'...
Lots of time you don’t know what interests you most till you start talking about something that doesn’t interest you most.
Just go to bed, now. Quickly. Quickly and slowly.
It's really hard to be roomates with people if your suitcases are much better than theirs--if yours are the really good ones and theirs aren't. You think if they're intelligent and all, the other pers...
If you sat around there long enough and heard all the phonies applauding and all, you got to hate everybody in the world, I swear you did.
I'll tell you a terrible secret — Are you listening to me? There isn't anyone out there who isn't Seymour's Fat Lady.
I went down by a different staircase, and i saw another fuck you on the wall. I tried to rub it off with my hand again, but this one was scratched on, with a knife or something. It wouldn't come off....
I never saw such a bunch of apple-eaters.
I don't really deeply feel that anyone needs an airtight reason for quoting from the works of the writers he loves, but it's always nice, I'll grant you, if he has one.
He seemed unaware of the messiness of the arrangement.
God, I wish you could've been there.
Did you see more glass?