You can't exist in this world with such strong likes and dislikes.

I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be. I know it's crazy.

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

I was sixteen then, and I'm seventeen now, and sometimes I act like I'm about thirteen. Sometimes, I act a lot older than I am--I really do. But people never notice it. People never notice anything.

Why are you breaking down, incidentally? I mean if you’re able to go into a collapse with all your might, why can’t you use the same energy to stay well and busy?

How long should a man's legs be? Long enough to touch the ground.

I'm sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody.