Sometimes I see me dead in the rain.

I don't exactly know what I mean by that, but I mean it.

I'm sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody. I'm sick of myself and everybody else that wants to make some kind of a splash.

A confessional passage has probably never been written that didn't stink a little bit of the writer's pride in having given up his pride.

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

Take most people, they are crazy about cars. They worry if they get a little scratch on them, they are always talking about have many miles they get to a gallon, and if they get a brand new car already they start thinking about trading it in for one that is even newer. I do not even like old cars. . . . I'd rather have a horse. A horse is at least human, for God's sake.

She really started to cry, and the next thing I knew, I was kissing her all over - anywhere - her eyes, her nose, her forehead, her eyebrows, and all, her ears - her whole face except her mouth and all.