I know he's dead! Don't you think I know that? I can still like him, though, can't I? Just because somebody's dead, you don't just stop liking them, for God's sake--especially if they were about a thousand times nicer than the people you know that're alive and all.

If you sat around there long enough and heard all the phonies applauding and all, you got to hate everybody in the world, I swear you did.

And I can't be running back and fourth forever between grief and high delight.

If a body catch a body coming through the rye.

It's not too bad when the sun's out, but the sun only comes out when it feels like coming out.

In every school I've gone to, all the athletic bastards stick together.

And the old horror of being a professional writer, and the usual stench of words that goes with it, is begining to drive me out of my seat. (Buddy)