You beautiful little moron.
Would you like to know how Charlotte got those nine stitches? I asked suddenly, in a tone of voice that sounded perfectly normal to me. We were up at the Lake. Seymour had written to Charlotte, inviti...
When Seymour and I were five and three, Les and Bessie played on the same bill for a couple of weeks with Joe Jackson -- the redoubtable Joe Jackson of the nickel-plated trick bicycle that shone like...
When I really worry about something, I don't fool around. I even have to go to the bathroom when I worry about something. Only, I don't go. I'm too worried to go. I don't want to interrupt my worrying...
What're you majoring in? I asked him. Perverts? I was only horsing around. What're you trying to be--funny?
What was left of his fortune, the Laughing Man converted into diamonds, which he lowered casually, in emerald vaults, into the Black Sea. His personal wants were few. He subsisted exclusively on rice...
Then all of a sudden, this tear plopped down on the checkerboard. On one of the red squares – boy, I can still see it. She just rubbed it into the board with her finger. I don't know why, but it bothe...
The worst that being an artist could do to you would be that it would make you slightly unhappy constantly.
The swimming stinks here because there are no waves even little waves. What good is it without any ways and you never get scared or turned all over
She said she knew she was able to fly because when she came down she always had dust on her fingers from touching the light bulbs.
Real ugly girls have it tough. I feel so sorry for them sometimes.
Quelli che mi lasciano proprio senza fiato sono i libri che quando li hai finiti di leggere e tutto quel che segue vorresti che l'autore fosse tuo amico per la pelle e poterlo chiamare al telefono tut...
Probably for every man there is at least one city that sooner or later turns into a girl. How well or how badly the man actually knew the girl doesn’t necessarily affect the transformation. She was th...
People never think anything is anything really. I'm getting goddam sick of it.
One cannot even light a casual cigarette unless the artistic permission of the universe is freely given!
Once, at one of the very rare and savory moments when my own teammates grudgingly allowed me to take the ball around one of the ends, Seymour, playing for the opposite side, disconcerted me by looking...
On sul mõnikord kõigest villand? On sul mõnikord hirm, et kõik läheb kuradile, kui sa ise ei hakka vastu rabelema?
No odio a todos. Los odio unas cuantas horas o unos cuantos días, pero después se me pasa
Make sure you marry someone who laughs at the same things you do.
Listen, if you're not going to be a nun or something, you might as well laugh.