You're a student - whether the idea appeals to you or not. You're in love with knowledge.
You talk about piling up treasure - money, property, culture, knowledge, and so on and so on. In going ahead with the Jesus Prayer - just let me finish, now please - in going ahead with the Jesus Pray...
You fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are.
Why's it so sunny? she repeated.Zooey observed her rather narrowly. I bring the sun wherever I go, buddy, he said.
They're quite touchy about anything like that, especially my father. They're nice and all-I'm not saying that-but they're also touchy as hell.
That's something that annoys the hell out of me- I mean if somebody says the coffee's all ready and it isn't
Teddy looked at him directly for the first time.Are you a poet?' he asked.A poet?' Nicholson said. 'Lord, no. Alas, no. Why do you ask?'
Nobody who's really using his ego, his real ego, has any time for any goddam hobbies
If you've had a freakish education, at least use it, use it.
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'm always saying 'Glad to've met you' to somebody I'm not at all glad I met.
I was surrounded by jerks. I'm not kidding.
I feel like someone in a terribly sophisticated play. The funny part is, I'm not sophisticated. I'm not anything. I'm just me.
I don’t care if it’s a sad good-bye or a bad good-bye, but when I leave a place I like to know I’m leaving it.
He says the only people he ever really wants to meet for a drink somewhere are all either dead or unavailable.
Finally, though, I’d leave the room without even taking a sock at him. I’d probably go down to the can and sneak a cigarette and watch myself getting tough in the mirror. Anyway, that’s what I thought...
But I'm Crazy. I swear to God I am.
As you damned well know, we never change much in our hearts.
You never really get the smell of burning flesh out of your nose entirely, no matter how long you live.