Always, always, always referring every goddam thing that happens right back to our lousy little egos.

How that name comes up. Mixing memory and desire

For joy, apparently, it was all Franny could do to hold the phone, even with both hands.

I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be. I know it's crazy.

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.

I'm the most terrific liar you ever saw in your life.

Some of my best friedns are children. In fact, all of my best friends are children.