They love their reasons for loving us almost as much as they love us, and most of the time more. It's not so good, that way.

Maybe there's a trapdoor under my chair, and I'll just disappear.

Against my better judgment I feel certain that somewhere very near here—the first house down the road, maybe—there's a good poet dying, but also somewhere very near here somebody's having a hilarious pint of pus taken from her lovely young body, and I can't be running back and forth forever between grief and high delight.

I mean most girls are so dumb and all. After you neck them for a while, you can really watch them losing their brains. You take a girl when she really gets passionate, she just hasn't any brains. -Holden Caulfield

Her joke of a name aside, her general unprettiness aside, she was, in terms of permanently memorable, immoderately perceptive, small-area faces, a stunning and final girl.

The little girl on the plane Who turned her doll's head around To look at me.

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