A confessional passage has probably never been written that didn't stink a little bit of the writer's pride in having given up his pride.
J. D. SalingerIt always smelled like it was raining outside, even if it wasn't, and you were in the only nice, dry, cosy place in the world.
J. D. SalingerThen the carousel started, and I watched her go round and round...All the kids tried to grap for the gold ring, and so was old Phoebe, and I was sort of afraid she's fall off the goddam horse, but I didn't say or do anything. The thing with kids is, if they want to grab for the gold ring, you have to let them do it, and not say anything. If they fall off, they fall off, but it is bad to say anything to them.
J. D. Salinger