I have a feeling that you're riding for some kind of a terrible, terrible fall. But I don't honestly know what kind.... It may be the kind where, at the age of thirty, you sit in some bar hating everybody who comes in looking as if he might have played football in college. Then again, you may pick up just enough education to hate people who say, 'It's a secret between he and I.' Or you may end up in some business office, throwing paper clips at the nearest stenographer. I just don't know.

Get your dirty stinking moron knees off my chest.

Phooey, I say, on all white-shoe college boys who edit their campus literary magazines. Give me an honest con man any day.

If there's one thing I hate, it's the movies. Don't even mention them to me.

The catcher in the rye... that's all I really want to be.

I’m not going to bed after all. Somebody around here hath murdered sleep. Good for him.

Oh, it's lovely to see you!' Franny said as the cab moved off. 'I've missed you.' The words were no sooner out than she realized that she didn't mean them at all.