Franny was staring at the little blotch of sunshine with a special intensity, as if she were considering lying down in it.

Were most of your stars out? Were you busy writing your heart out?

I kept picturing all these little kids in this big field of rye... If they're running and they don't look where they're going, I have to come out from somewhere and catch them.

I mean how do you know what you're going to do till you do it? The answer is, you don't. I think I am, but how do I know? I swear it's a stupid question.

Nobody who's really using his ego, his real ego, has any time for any goddam hobbies

Get your dirty stinking moron knees off my chest.

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