You never even worried with Jane, whether your hand was sweaty or not. All you knew was, you were happy. You really were.
I was sixteen then, and I'm seventeen now, and sometimes I act like I'm about thirteen. Sometimes, I act a lot older than I am--I really do. But people never notice it. People never notice anything.
I know he's dead! Don't you think I know that? I can still like him, though, can't I? Just because somebody's dead, you don't just stop liking them, for God's sake--especially if they were about a tho...
In my opinion, if you really want to know, half of the nastiness in the world is stirred up by people who aren't using their true egos.
If you're a poet, you do something beautiful. I mean, you're supposed to leave something beautiful after you get off the page and everything. The ones you're talking about don't leave a single, solita...
I have a feeling that you're riding for some terrible, terrible fall. But I don't honestly know what kind. This fall I think you're riding for—it's a special kind of fall, a horrible kind. The man fal...
He looked at me with his eyes shining—yes, shining. The boy’s eyes could shine.
…he is invariably a kind of super-size but unmistakably ‘classical’ neurotic, an aberrant who only occasionally, and never deeply, wishes to surrender his aberration; or, in English, a Sick Man who no...
داستانها هرگز به پایان نمی رسند. راوی ست که معمولا صدایش را در نقطه ی جذاب و هنرمندانه قطع می کند؛ کلا همه اش همین است.
When I was all set to go, when I had my bags and all, I stood for a while next to the stairs and took a last look down the goddam corridor. I was sort of crying. I don't know why. I put my red hunting...
Well. He's a very sensitive boy. He's really never been a terribly good mixer with other boys...'Sensitive. That killed me. That guy Morrow was about as sensitive as a goddamn toilet seat.
The best thing, though, in that museum was that everything always stayed right where it was. Nobody'd move. You could go there a hundred thousand times, and that Eskimo would still be just finished ca...
That's the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they're not much to look at, or even if they're sort of stupid, you fall in love with them, and then you never know where the...
I thought what I'd do was, I'd pretend I was one of those deaf-mutes. That way I wouldn't have to have any goddam stupid useless conversations with anybody. If anybody wanted to tell me something, the...
I like to be somewhere at least where you can see a few girls around once in a while, even if they're only scratching their arms or blowing their noses or even just giggling or something.
I know more damn perverts, at schools and all, than anybody you ever met, and they’re always being perverty when I’m around.
I just never felt so fantastically rocky in my entire life.
I don’t care if it’s a sad good-by or a bad good-by, but when I leave a place I like to know I’m leaving it. If you don’t, you feel even worse.
[...] Eso es lo que me gustaría hacer todo el tiempo. Vigilarlos. Yo sería el guardián entre el centeno.
You're a very, very strange boy.I know it, I said.