Lane himself lit a cigarette as the train pulled in. Then, like so many people, who, perhaps, ought to be issued only a very probational pass to meet trains, he tried to empty his face of all expression that might quite simply, perhaps even beautifully, reveal how he felt about the arriving person. Franny was among the first of the girls to get off the train, from a car at the far, northern end of the platform. Lane spotted her immediately, and despite whatever it was he was trying to do with his face, his arm that shot up into the air was the whole truth.
J. D. SalingerIt was a very stupid thing to do, I'll admit, but I hardly didn't even know I was doing it.
J. D. SalingerThere is a marvelous peace in not publishing ... I like to write. I love to write. But I write just for myself and my own pleasure.
J. D. SalingerYou think of the book you'd most like to be reading, and then you sit down and shamelessly write it.
J. D. Salinger