Yet a real artist, I've noticed, will survive anything. (Even praise, I happily suspect.)

Certain things, they should stay the way they are. You ought to be able to stick them in one of those big glass cases and just leave them alone.

I am always saying "Glad to've met you" to somebody I'm not at all glad I met. If you want to stay alive, you have to say that stuff, though.

God, how I still love private readers. It’s what we all used to be.

Zooey said... It would be very nice to come home and be in the wrong house. To eat dinner with the wrong people by mistake, sleep in the wrong bed by mistake, and kiss everybody good-bye in the morning thinking they were your own family.

Ask her if she still keeps all her kings in the back row.

You take a really sleepy man, Esmé, and he always stands a chance of again becoming a man with all his fac — with all his f-a-c-u-l-t-i-e-s intact.