I knew it wasn't too important, but it made me sad anyway.

I like it when somebody gets excited about something. It's nice.

But don't tell me I'm not sensitive to beauty. That's my Achilles' heel, and don't you forget it. To me, everything is beautiful. Show me a pink sunset and I'm limp, by God.

Where do the ducks go in the winter?

I live in New York, and I was thinking about the lagoon in Central Park, down near Central Park South. I was wondering if it would be frozen over when I got home, and if it was, where did the ducks go? I was wondering where the ducks went when the lagoon got all icy and frozen over. I wondered if some guy came in a truck and took them away to a zoo or something. Or if they just flew away.

It was the last game of the year and you were supposed to commit suicide or something if old Pencey didn't win.

Listen, if you're not going to be a nun or something, you might as well laugh.