I just never felt so fantastically rocky in my entire life.
If I'd wanted this place to fill up with every fat Irish rose that passes by, I'd've said so.
The catcher in the rye... that's all I really want to be.
We are, all four of us, blood relatives, and we speak a kind of esoteric, family language, a sort of semantic geometry in which the shortest distance between any two points is a fullish circle.
People are always ruining things for you.
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.