She was a girl who for a ringing phone dropped exactly nothing. She looked as if her phone had been ringing continually ever since she had reached puberty.

This is God's universe, buddy, not yours, and he has the final say about what's ego and what isn't.

I could happily lie down and die sometimes.

You never even worried, with Jane, whether your hand was sweaty or not. All you knew was, you were happy. You really were.

I am a kind of paranoid in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy.

Do you know what I was smiling at? You wrote down that you were a writer by profession. It sounded to me like the loveliest euphemism I had ever heard. When was writing ever your profession? It's never been anything but your religion.

Zooey said... It would be very nice to come home and be in the wrong house. To eat dinner with the wrong people by mistake, sleep in the wrong bed by mistake, and kiss everybody good-bye in the morning thinking they were your own family.