In every school I've gone to, all the athletic bastards stick together.

Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles.

The worst thing that being an artist could do to you would be that it would make you slightly unhappy constantly.

He said you were the only one who was bitter about S.'s suicide and the only one who really forgave him for it. The rest of us, he said, were outwardly unbitter and inwardly unforgiving.

Sometimes you get tired of riding in taxicabs the same way you get tired riding in elevators. All of a sudden, you have to walk, no matter how far or how high up.

I don't even know what I was running for—I guess I just felt like it.

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