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...
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...
Oh, it's lovely to see you!' Franny said as the cab moved off. 'I've missed you.' The words were no sooner out than she realized that she didn't mean them at all.
I'm not afraid to compete. It's just the opposite. Don't you see that? I'm afraid I will compete — that's what scares me. That's why I quit the Theatre Department. Just because I'm so horribly conditi...
I know more damn perverts, at schools and all, than anybody you ever met, and they’re always being perverty when I’m around.
Don't hate me because I can't remember some person immediately. Especially when they look like everybody else, and talk and dress and act like everybody else.
…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.
The rest, with very little exaggeration, was books. Meant-to-be-picked-up books. Permanently-left-behind books. Uncertain-what-to-do-with books. But books, books. Tall cases lined three walls of the r...
Liberate yourself from my vice-like grip!
It's the sort of absurd notion, though, that I wouldn't mind taking out for a good academic run someday.
It's funny. You take adults, they look lousy when they're asleep and they have their mouths way open, but kids don't. Kids look alright. They can even have spit all over the pillow and they still look...
If I were a piano player, I'd play it in the goddam closet.
If German boys had learned to be contemptuous of violence, Hitler would have had to take up knitting to keep his ego warm.
I'm the most terrific liar you ever saw in your life.
I wouldn't exactly describe her as strictly beautiful. She knocked me out, though.
I was a nice girl, she pleaded, wasn't I?
I prayed for the city to be cleared of people, for the gift of being alone—a-l-o-n-e: which is the one New York prayer that rarely gets lost or delayed in channels, and in no time at all everything I...
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 felt like I was sort of disappearing. It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing everytime you crossed a road.