I was sixteen then, and I’m seventeen now, and sometimes I act like I’m about thirteen. Sometimes, I act a lot older than I am – I really do. But people never notice it. People never notice anything.
Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles.
For joy, apparently, it was all Franny could do to hold the phone, even with both hands.
Where do the ducks go in the winter?
He once told Allie and I that if he’d had to shoot anybody, he wouldn’t’ve known which direction to shoot in. He said the Army was practically as full of bastards as the Nazis were.
How that name comes up. Mixing memory and desire.
You can’t exist in this world with such strong likes and dislikes.
Don’t tell people what you are thinking, or you will miss them terribly when you are away.
Each of his phrases was rather like a little ancient island, inundated by a miniature sea of whiskey.
She really started to cry, and the next thing I knew, I was kissing her all over – anywhere – her eyes, her nose, her forehead, her eyebrows, and all, her ears – her whole face except her mouth and all.
Were most of your stars out? Were you busy writing your heart out?
If you’re not in the mood, you can’t do that stuff right.
Do it for the fat lady!
Women kill me. They really do. I don’t mean I’m oversexed or anything like that – although I am quite sexy. I just like them, I mean. They’re always leaving their goddam bags out in the middle of the aisle.
She said she knew she was able to fly because when she came down she always had dust on her fingers from touching the light bulbs.
You’d better get busy, though, buddy. The goddam sands run out on you every time You turn around. I know what I’m talking about. You’re lucky if you get time to sneeze In this goddam phenomenal world.
She was a girl who for a ringing phone dropped exactly nothing. She looked as if her phone had been ringing continually ever since she had reached puberty.
God, how I still love private readers. It’s what we all used to be.
He was the tallest, thinnest, weariest boy I had ever seen in my life. He was brilliant. He had gorgeous brown eyes, and he had only two suits. He was completely unhappy, and I didn’t know why.
The little girl on the plane Who turned her doll’s head around To look at me.