I canโt explain what I mean. And even if I could, Iโm not sure Iโd feel like it.
J. D. SalingerAfter I go out this door, I may only exist in the minds of all my acquaintancesโฆI may be an orange peel.
J. D. SalingerThe rest, with very little exaggeration, was books. Meant-to-be-picked-up books. Permanently-left-behind books. Uncertain-what-to-do-with books. But books, books. Tall cases lined three walls of the room, filled to and beyond capacity. The overflow had been piled in stacks on the floor. There was little space left for walking, and none whatever for pacing.
J. D. Salinger