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

I can’t explain what I mean. And even if I could, I’m not sure I’d feel like it.

I think if you don't really like a girl, you shouldn't horse around with her at all, and if you do like her, then you're supposed to like her face, and if you like her face, you ought to be careful about doing crumby stuff to it, like squirting water all over it. It's really too bad that so much crumby stuff is a lot of fun sometimes.

But you can't always tell - with somebody's mother, I mean. Mothers are all slightly insane.

I was surrounded by jerks. I'm not kidding.

I felt so lonesome, all of a sudden. I almost wished I was dead.

Boy, when you're dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you're dead?