Why's it so sunny?" she repeated. Zooey observed her rather narrowly. "I bring the sun wherever I go, buddy," he said.

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

I don't even know what I was running for—I guess I just felt like it.

You can't argue with someone who believes, or just passionately suspects, that the poet's function is not to write what he must write but, rather, to write what he would write if his life depended on his taking responsibility for writing what he must in a style designed to shut out as few of his old librarians as humanly possible.

You don't have to think too hard when you talk to teachers.

The little girl on the plane Who turned her doll's head around To look at me.

But I was afraid of the questions (much more than the accusations) you might both put to me.