He said I was unequipped to meet life because I had no sense of humor.

Oh, I don’t know. That digression business got on my nerves. I don’t know. The trouble with me is, I like it when somebody digresses. It’s more interesting and all.

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

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

The cards are stacked (quite properly, I imagine) against all professional aesthetes, and no doubt we all deserve the dark, wordy, academic deaths we all sooner or later die.

It's nice when somebody tells you about their uncle. Especially when they start out telling you about their father's farm and then all of a sudden get more interested in their uncle.

You don't always have to get too sexy to get to know a girl.