Every woman is infallibly to be gained by every sort of flattery, and every man by one sort or other.

Salinger is a master of the memorable detail, the seemingly random gesture, the debris of mundane daily operations, the stuff that is left out of any analysis.

He (God) doesn't need me, but He desires me.

I don't care a damn for your loyal service when you think I am right; when I really want it most is when you think I am wrong.

We deserve this payment by all stretches of how one would calculate it.

Flattery, if judiciously administered, is always acceptable, however much we may despise the flatterer.

The best that can be said of you is that you got saved.