I like to be somewhere at least where you can see a few girls around once in a while, even if they're only scratching their arms or blowing their noses or even just giggling or something.

I know. I'm very hard to talk to. I realize that.

I mean it's very hard to meditate and live a spiritual life in America. People think you're a freak if you try to.

... even the most sublimely accomplished non-stop talker can't consistently please.

Why's it so sunny?" she repeated. Zooey observed her rather narrowly. "I bring the sun wherever I go, buddy," he said.

That's the terrible part. I swear to God I'm a madman.

It's everybody, I mean. Everything everybody does is so - I don't know - not wrong, or even mean, or even stupid necessarily. But just so tiny and meaningless and - sad-making. And the worst part is, if you go bohemian or something crazy like that, you're conforming just as much only in a different way.