I privately say to you, old friend... please accept from me this unpretentious bouquet of early-blooming parentheses: (((()))).
J. D. SalingerI know he's dead! Don't you think I know that? I can still like him, though, can't I? Just because somebody's dead, you don't just stop liking them, for God's sake--especially if they were about a thousand times nicer than the people you know that're alive and all.
J. D. SalingerAgainst my better judgment I feel certain that somewhere very near hereโthe first house down the road, maybeโthere'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.
J. D. Salinger