Maybe there’s a trapdoor under my chair, and I’ll just disappear.
I hate actors. They never act like people. They just think they do.
Life is a gift horse in my opinion.
I never seem to have anything that if I lost it I’d care too much about.
If sentiment doesn’t ultimately make fibbers of some people, their natural abominable memories almost certainly will.
Then again you may pick up just enough education to hate people who say, ‘It’s a secret between he and I.’
Sentimentality is loving something more than God does.
Happiness is a solid and joy is a liquid.
I’m not afraid to compete. It’s just the opposite. Don’t you see that? I’m afraid I will compete – that’s what scares me.
It was the last game of the year and you were supposed to commit suicide or something if old Pencey didn’t win.
Most stuff that is genuine is better left unsaid.
Pencey was full of crooks. Quite a few guys came from these wealthy families, but it was full of crooks anyway. The more expensive a school is, the more crooks it has – I’m not kidding.
Sex is something I really don’t understand too hot.
It is my rather subversive opinion that a writer’s feelings of anonymity-obscurity are the second most valuable property on loan to him during his working years.
Why are you breaking down, incidentally? I mean if you’re able to go into a collapse with all your might, why can’t you use the same energy to stay well and busy?
Money always ends up making you blue.
I don’t know about bores. Maybe you shouldn’t feel too sorry if you see some swell girl getting married to them. They don’t hurt anybody most of them, and maybe they’re all terrific whistlers or something. Who the hell knows? Not me.
I felt so lonesome, all of a sudden. I almost wished I was dead.
It was just terrible! And the worst part was, I knew what a bore I was being, I knew how I was depressing people, or even hurting their feelings- but I just couldn’t stop! I just could not stop picking!
The world is full of actors pretending to be human.