He 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.

There isn’t a nightclub in the world that you can sit in for a long time unless you can at least buy some liquor and get drunk. Or unless you’re with some girl that really knocks you out.

You can't stop a teacher when they want to do something. They just do it.

Listen, if you're not going to be a nun or something, you might as well laugh.

It's full of phonies, and all you do is study so that you can learn enough to be smart enough to be able to buy a goddam Cadillac some day, and you have to keep making believe you give a damn if the football team loses, and all you do is talk about girls and liquor and sex all day, and everybody sticks together in these dirty little goddam cliques.

I'd never yell, "Good luck!" at anybody. It sounds terrible, when you think about it.

For joy, apparently, it was all Franny could do to hold the phone, even with both hands.