If a girl looks swell when she meets you, who gives a damn if she's late? Nobody.

It isn't very serious, I have this tiny little tumor on the brain.

It was the last game of the year and you were supposed to commit suicide or something if old Pencey didn't win.

His icebergs are strange monuments with a symbol embodied in their form and their colours. They do not freeze you when you look at them, for they are not of ice, they are what Lawren Harris feels and thinks after he has contemplated them

And I can't be running back and fourth forever between grief and high delight.

Just go to bed, now. Quickly. Quickly and slowly.

I mean how do you know what you're going to do till you do it? The answer is, you don't. I think I am, but how do I know? I swear it's a stupid question.