The catcher in the rye... that's all I really want to be.

But doctors talk about cells as if they had such unlimited importance all by themselves. As if they didn't really belong to the person that has them." Teddy brushed back his hair from his forehead with one hand. "I grew my own body," he said. "Nobody else did it for me. So if I grew it, I must have known how to grow it. Unconsciously, at least. I may have lost the conscious knowledge of how to grow it sometime in the last few hundred thousand years, but the knowledge is still there, because—obviously—I've used it.

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

That's something that annoys the hell out of me-I mean if somebody says the coffee's all ready and it isn't.

Don't tell people what you are thinking, or you will miss them terribly when you are away.

I mean they don't seem able to love us just the way we are. They don't seem able to love us unless they can keep changing us a little bit. They love their reasons for loving us almost as much as they love us, and most of the time more.

If you do something too good, then, after a while, if you don't watch it, you start showing off. And then you're not as good any more.