It was the last game of the year and you were supposed to commit suicide or something if old Pencey didn't win.
J. D. SalingerYou never even worried, with Jane, whether your hand was sweaty or not. All you knew was, you were happy. You really were.
J. D. SalingerYou take somebody that cries their goddam eyes out over phoney stuff in the movies, and nine times out of ten they're mean bastards at heart.
J. D. Salinger