We don't talk, we hold forth. We don't converse, we expound.

Among other things, you'll find that you're not the first one who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior.

People never think anything is anything really. I'm getting goddam sick of it.

I don't hate too many guys. What I may do, I may hate them for a little while, like this guy Stradlater I knew at Pencey, and this other boy, Robert Ackley. I hate them once in a while—I admit it—but it doesn't last too long, is what I mean. After a while, if I didn't see them, if they didn't come in the room, or if I didn't see them in the dining room for a couple of meals, I sort of missed them. I mean I sort of missed them.

If I'd wanted this place to fill up with every fat Irish rose that passes by, I'd've said so.

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

I'm one of the little foxes that spoil the grapes.