It's partly true, too, but it isn't all true. People always think something's all true.

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.

She was not one for emptying her face of expression.

I'm sick of just liking people. I wish to God I could meet somebody I could respect.

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.

Franny was staring at the little blotch of sunshine with a special intensity, as if she were considering lying down in it.

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.