This fall I think you're riding for—it's a special kind of fall, a horrible kind. The man falling isn't permitted to feel or hear himself hit bottom. He just keeps falling and falling. The whole arrangement's designed for men who, at some time or other in their lives, were looking for something their own environment couldn't supply them with. Or they thought their own environment couldn't supply them with. So they gave up looking. They gave it up before they ever really even got started.
J. D. SalingerAfter I go out this door, I may only exist in the minds of all my acquaintances…I may be an orange peel.
J. D. SalingerHe was one of those guys that think they're being a pansy if they don't break around forty of your fingers when they shake hands with you. God I hate that stuff.
J. D. SalingerI just hope that one day - preferably when we’re both blind drunk - we can talk about it.
J. D. Salinger