Most stuff that is genuine is better left unsaid.

I kept picturing all these little kids in this big field of rye... If they're running and they don't look where they're going, I have to come out from somewhere and catch them.

I can’t explain what I mean. And even if I could, I’m not sure I’d feel like it.

How old are you? I asked her. "Old enough to know better." she said.

There are nice things in the world - and I mean nice things. We're all such morons to get so sidetracked.

Each of his phrases was rather like a little ancient island, inundated by a miniature sea of whiskey.

Did you see more glass?