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

Boy, did he depress me! I don't mean he was a bad guy- he wasn't. But you don't have to be bad guy to depress somebody- you can be a good guy and do it.

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

I’m just sick of ego, ego, ego. My own and everybody else’s. I’m sick of everybody that wants to get somewhere, do something distinguished and all, be somebody interesting. It’s disgusting.

He seemed unaware of the messiness of the arrangement.

Oh, this happiness is strong stuff.

Seymour once said that all we do our whole lives is go from one little piece of Holy Ground to the next.