The mistake is thinking that there can be an antidote to the uncertainty.

Family, like arsenic, works best in small doses...unless you prefer to die.

You know what happens to girls who loves lost boys? They become lost themselves.

And yes, Holden would keep those kids from falling off the cliff, but WHO WOULDN'T? Does she think I would just fold my arms or give them a pat on the back before they sailed headfirst to the ground? We are all catchers, and it's sad that she doesn't see it. Instead she sees the PHONINESS, she deplores the world even after I point out that I am in it.

And once again I think about how people use the devil as an alias for the things they fear. The cause and effect is backward. The devil doesn't make anyone do anything. People just do things and blame the devil after.

This is as much a part of my story as anything else. Friendship is love as much as any romance.

And I, who have never thought in terms of a life, think to myself that I could make a life out of this.