If I'd wanted this place to fill up with every fat Irish rose that passes by, I'd've said so.
J. D. SalingerYou never even worried, with Jane, whether your hand was sweaty or not. All you knew was, you were happy. You really were.
J. D. SalingerThen Iād throw my automatic down the elevator shaft-after Iād wiped off all the fingerprints and all. Then Iād crawl back up to my room and call up Jane and have her come over and bandage up my guts. I pictured her holding a cigarette for me to smoke while I was bleeding and all. The goddam movies. They can ruin you. Iām not kidding.
J. D. Salinger