What really knocks me out is a book that, when you’re all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it.
People never notice anything.
I’m quite illiterate, but I read a lot.
Mothers are all slightly insane.
Among other things, you’ll find that you’re not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior.
I can’t explain what I mean.
The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one.
I don’t exactly know what I mean by that, but I mean it.
Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.
Girls. Jesus Christ. They can drive you crazy. They really can.
I’m sick of just liking people. I wish to God I could meet somebody I could respect.
It’s funny. All you have to do is say something nobody understands and they’ll do practically anything you want them to.
It’s really hard to be roommates with people if your suitcases are much better than theirs.
Among other things, you’ll find that you’re not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior.
The fact is, there isn’t any night owl around who’ll tell you what that society is.
I’m just going through a phase right now. Everybody goes through phases and all, don’t they?
Certain things they should stay the way they are. You ought to be able to stick them in one of those big glass cases and just leave them alone.
It’s funny. All you have to do is say something nobody understands and they’ll do practically anything you want them to.
I’m always saying ‘Glad to’ve met you’ to somebody I’m not at all glad I met. If you want to stay alive, you have to say that stuff, though.
I read this book of Indian history that said America only existed from 1492 till 1945.
Make sure you marry someone who laughs at the same things you do.
People are always ruining things for you.
Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now.
An artist’s only concern is to shoot for some kind of perfection, and on his own terms, not anyone else’s.
Among other things, you’ll find that you’re not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior.
I’m sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody.
I hope to hell that when I do die somebody has the sense to just dump me in the river or something.
Mothers are monsters without any hearts.
The more I thought about it, the more depressed I got. I didn’t want to go home.
People are always ruining things for you.
I can’t explain what I mean.
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 the hell out of me.
It’s really hard to be roommates with people if your suitcases are much better than theirs.
She was always asking you to do or not to do something.
It was pretty funny, in a way.
Now and then, in my more honorable moments, I used to wonder how I would feel about myself if I ever did get there.
There’s nothing you can really do about people like that.
I’m by no means perfect.
The boy said he was thinking about life, but it seemed obvious to me he was sad about his bike.
Certain things they should stay the way they are. You ought to be able to stick them in one of those big glass cases and just leave them alone.
It’s a funny thing about me. I always tell everybody I’m a moron if they want to know the truth.
I’m not trying to tell you, he said, that only educated men are able to contribute something valuable to the world.
I have millions of things to do. My lord how does that first-rater do it?
Pencey Prep is this school that’s in Agerstown, Pennsylvania.
An artist’s only concern is to shoot for some kind of perfection, and on his own terms, not anyone else’s.
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