If I'd wanted this place to fill up with every fat Irish rose that passes by, I'd've said so.

I privately say to you, old friend... please accept from me this unpretentious bouquet of early-blooming parentheses: (((()))).

Just go to bed, now. Quickly. Quickly and slowly.

I hate actors. They never act like people. They just think they do

Give me a story that just makes me unreasonably vigilant. Keep me up till five only because all your stars are out, and for no other reason.

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

But what I mean is, lots of time you don’t know what interests you most till you start talking about something that doesn’t interest you most. I mean you can’t help it sometimes.