All mothers are slightly insane.
One of the few things left in the world, aside from the world itself, that sadden me every day is an awareness that you get upset if Boo Boo or Walt tells you you're saying something that sounds like...
[...] ... Ah, buddy. Ah, buddy. It's Christ Himself. Christ Himself, buddy.
Why's it so sunny? she repeated.Zooey observed her rather narrowly. I bring the sun wherever I go, buddy, he said.
They're not, Franny said. That's partly what's so awful. I mean they're not real poets. They're just people that write poems that get published and anthologized all over the place, but they're not poe...
The thing is, it's really hard to be roommates with people if your suitcases are much better than theirs--if yours are really ones and theirs aren't. You think if they're intelligent and all, the oth...
The apartment below mine had the only balcony of the house. I saw a girl standing on it, completely submerged in the pool of autumn twilight. She wasn't doing a thing that I could see, except standing...
Sometimes I see me dead in the rain.
People always think something's all true.
My god, there's absolutely nothing tenth-rate about you, and yet you're up to your neck at this minute in tenth-rate thinking.
Let's just try to have a marvelous time this weekend. I mean not try to analyze everything to death for once, if possible. Especially me. I love you.
If there is an amateur reader still left in the world—or anybody who just reads and runs—I ask him or her, with untellable affection and gratitude, to split the dedication of this book four ways with...
If or when I do start going to an analyst, I hope to God he has the foresight to let a dermatologist sit in on the consultation. A hand specialist. I have scars on my hands from touching certain peopl...
I said I thought she had a very fine voice.She nodded. 'I know. I'm going to be a professional singer.'
I mean how do you know what you're going to do till you do it? The answer is, you don't.
I knew this one Catholic boy, Louis Shaney, when I was at the Whooton School. Then, after a while, right in the middle of the goddam conversation, he asked me, Did you happen to notice where the Catho...
Girls. Jesus Christ. They can drive you crazy. - Holden Caulfield
You never really get the smell of burning flesh out of your nose entirely, no matter how long you live.
The little girl on the planeWho turned her doll's head aroundTo look at me.
That's something that annoys the hell out of me- I mean if somebody says the coffee's all ready and it isn't