I suspect that money is a far greater distraction for the artist than hunger.

She was wearing a canary-yellow two-piece bathing suit, one piece of which she would not actually be needing for another nine or ten years.

Get your dirty stinking moron knees off my chest.

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

I suspect that money is a far greater distraction for the artist than hunger.

I don't really deeply feel that anyone needs an airtight reason for quoting from the works of writers he loves, but it's always nice, I'll grant you, if he has one.

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.