I feel overwhelmingly grateful to them, but I don't know what to do with their invisible gifts.

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

I am a kind of paranoid in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy.

Boy, did he depress me! I don't mean he was a bad guy- he wasn't. But you don't have to be bad guy to depress somebody- you can be a good guy and do it.

If a body catch a body coming through the rye.

You can't stop a teacher when they want to do something. They just do it.

It's full of phonies, and all you do is study so that you can learn enough to be smart enough to be able to buy a goddam Cadillac some day, and you have to keep making believe you give a damn if the football team loses, and all you do is talk about girls and liquor and sex all day, and everybody sticks together in these dirty little goddam cliques.