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

How long should a man's legs be? Long enough to touch the ground.

If you can't, or won't, think of Seymour, then you go right ahead and call in some ignorant psychoanalyst. You just do that. You just call in some analyst who's experienced in adjusting people to the joys of television, and Life magazine every Wednesday, and European travel, and the H-bomb, and Presidential elections, and the front page of the Times, and God knows what else that's gloriously normal.

She really started to cry, and the next thing I knew, I was kissing her all over - anywhere - her eyes, her nose, her forehead, her eyebrows, and all, her ears - her whole face except her mouth and all.

Sensitive. That killed me. That guy Morrow was about as sensitive as a toilet seat.

It was a very stupid thing to do, I'll admit, but I hardly didn't even know I was doing it.

This is a people shooting hat," I said. "I shoot people in this hat.