All morons hate it when you call them a moron.

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.

That's something that annoys the hell out of me-I mean if somebody says the coffee's all ready and it isn't.

I'm sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody.

People always clap for the wrong reasons.

I have a feeling that you're riding for some kind of a terrible, terrible fall. But I don't honestly know what kind.... It may be the kind where, at the age of thirty, you sit in some bar hating everybody who comes in looking as if he might have played football in college. Then again, you may pick up just enough education to hate people who say, 'It's a secret between he and I.' Or you may end up in some business office, throwing paper clips at the nearest stenographer. I just don't know.

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.