I really got to know her quite intimately. I don’t mean it was anything physical or anything- it wasn’t- but we saw each other all the time. You don’t always have to get too sexy to get to know a girl.
Sometimes I act a lot older than I am – I really do – but people never notice it. People never notice anything.
I went over to my window and opened it and packed a snowball with my bare hands. The snow was very good for packing. I didn’t throw it at anything, though. I started to throw it. At a car that was parked across the street. But I changed my mind. The car looked so nice and white. Then I started to throw it at a hydrant, but that looked too nice and white, too. Finally I didn’t throw it at anything.
And the worst part is, if you go bohemian or something crazy like that, you’re conforming just as much as everybody else, only in a different way.
She gave me the big freeze when I said hello that day, though. I had a helluva time convincing her that I didn’t give a good goddam where her dog relieved himself. He could do it in the living room, for all I cared.
Hay personas a las que no se debe tomar el pelo, aunque se lo merezcan.
I wasn’t sleepy or anything, but I was feeling sort of lousy. Depressed and all. I almost wished I was dead.
La vida es una partida y hay que vivirla de acuerdo con las reglas del juego.
You should’ve heard the crowd, though, when he was finished. You would’ve puked. They went mad. They were exactly the same morons that laugh like hyenas in the movies at stuff that isn’t funny. I swear to God, if I were a piano player or an actor or something and all those dopes thought I was terrific, I’d hate it. I wouldn’t even want them to clap for me. People always clap for the wrong things. If I were a piano player, I’d play in the goddam closet.
Am I very late?” she asked the Chief, smiling at him. She might just as well have asked if she was ugly. “No!” the Chief said.
If you were only around six years old, you could get liquor at Ernie’s, the place was so dark and all, and besides, nobody cared how old you were. You could even be a dope fiend and nobody’d care.
La gente non fa caso mai a niente.
Alone, Franny lay quite still, looking at the ceiling. Her lips began to move, forming soundless words, and they continued to move.
What he was doing, he was giving her a feel under the table, and at the same time telling her about some guy in his dorm that had eaten a whole bottle of aspirin and nearly committed suicide. His date kept saying to him, “How horrible... Don’t, darling. Please, don’t. Not here.” Imagine giving somebody a feel and telling them about a guy committing suicide at the same time! They killed me.
Then she introduced me to the Navy guy. His name was Commander Blop or something. He was one of those guys that think they’re being a pansy if they don’t break around forty of your fingers when they shake hands with you.
It seems to me that this composition has never been in more imminent danger than right now of taking on precisely the informality of underwear.
Her stickwork aside, she happened to be a girl who knew how to wave to somebody from third base.
What I liked about her, she didn’t give you a lot of horse manure about what a great guy her father was. She probably knew what a phony slob he was.
What made it even more depressing, old Spencer had on this very sad, ratty old bathrobe that he was probably born in or something.
If you want to know the truth, I can’t even stand ministers. The ones they’ve had at every school I’ve gone to, they all have these Holy Joe voices when they start giving their sermons. God, I hate that. I don’t see why the hell they can’t talk in their natural voice. They sound so phony when they talk.