The color of his pallor, however, was a curiously basic white - unmixed, that is, with the greens and yellows of guilt or abject contrition. It was very like the standard bloodlessness in the face of a small boy who loves animals to distraction, all animals, and who has just seen his favourite, bunny-loving sister's expression as she opened the box containing his birthday present to her - a freshly caught young cobra, with a red ribbon tied in an awkward bow around its neck.
J. D. SalingerAlways, always, always referring every goddam thing that happens right back to our lousy little egos.
J. D. SalingerMany, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles.
J. D. Salinger