In my mind, I'm probably the biggest sex maniac you ever saw.
If you weren't around, I'd probably be someplace way the hell off. In the woods or some goddamn place. You're the only reason I'm around, practically.
I said old Jesus probably would've puked if He could see it - all those fancy costumes and all. Sally said I was a sacrilegious atheist. I probably am. The thing Jesus really would've liked would be t...
I privately say to you, old friend... please accept from me this unpretentious bouquet of early-blooming parentheses: (((()))).
I mean how do you know what you're going to do till you do it? The answer is, you don't. I think I am, but how do I know? I swear it's a stupid question.
I have so much I want to tell you, and nowhere to begin.
I have a feeling that you're riding for some kind of a terrible, terrible fall. But I don't honestly know what kind. . . Are you listening to me?Yes.You could tell he was trying to concentrate and all...
I got up and went over and looked out the window. I felt so lonesome, all of a sudden. I almost wished I was dead.
I felt so damn happy all of a sudden, the way all Phoebe kept going around and around. I was damn near bawling, I felt so damn happy, if you want to know the truth. I don't know why. It was just that...
I feel overwhelmingly grateful to them, but I don't know what to do with their invisible gifts.
I don't exactly know what I mean by that, but I mean it.
God, how I hate it when somebody yells Good luck! at me when I'm leaving somewhere. It's depressing.
God almighty, Franny, he said. If you're going to say the Jesus Prayer, at least say it to Jesus, and not to St. Francis and Seymour and Heidi's grandfather all wrapped up in one. Keep him in mind if...
Don't tell people what you are thinking, or you will miss them terribly when you are away.
But I do say that educated and scholarly men, if they’re brilliant and creative to begin with—which, unfortunately, is rarely the case—tend to leave infinitely more valuable records behind them than m...
And you make people nervous, young man, she said - most equably, for her. You either take to somebody or you don't. If you do, then you do all the talking and nobody can even get a word in edgewise. I...
All these handsome guys are the same. When they're done combing their goddam hair, they beat it on you.
You’d better get busy, though, buddy. The goddamn sands run out on you every time you turn around. I know what I’m talking about. You’re lucky if you get time to sneeze in this goddamn phenomenal worl...
Yet a real artist, I've noticed, will survive anything. (Even praise, I happily suspect.)
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...