Grand. There's a word I really hate. It's a phony. I could puke every time I hear it.
J. D. SalingerAgainst my better judgment I feel certain that somewhere very near hereโthe first house down the road, maybeโthere's a good poet dying, but also somewhere very near here somebody's having a hilarious pint of pus taken from her lovely young body, and I can't be running back and forth forever between grief and high delight.
J. D. SalingerIt's everybody, I mean. Everything everybody does is so - I don't know - not wrong, or even mean, or even stupid necessarily. But just so tiny and meaningless and - sad-making. And the worst part is, if you go bohemian or something crazy like that, you're conforming just as much only in a different way.
J. D. Salinger