Anyway, I'm sort of glad they've got the atomic bomb invented. If there's ever another war, I'm going to sit right the hell on top of it. I'll volunteer for it, I swear to God I will.

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.

Do it for the fat lady!

probably for every man there is at least one city that sooner or later turns into a girl. how well or how badly the man actually knew the girl doesn’t necessarily affect the transformation. she was there, and she was the whole city, and that’s that

John Keats / John Keats / John / Please put your scarf on.

For joy, apparently, it was all Franny could do to hold the phone, even with both hands.

Grand. There's a word I really hate. It's a phony. I could puke every time I hear it.