He told us we should always pray to God- talk to Him and all- wherever we were. He told us to think of Jesus as our buddy and all. He said he talked to Jesus all the time. Even when he was driving his car.
I’d read it already, but I wanted to read certain parts over again.
She threw her arms around him and kissed him. It was a station-platform kiss – spontaneous enough to begin with, but rather inhibited in the follow-through, and with somewhat of a forehead-bumping aspect.
If he was so goddam stupid not to realize it was Saturday night and everybody was out or asleep or home for the week end, I wasn’t going to break my neck telling him.
Then she placed her hands, vertically, over her eyes and pressed the heels hard, as though to paralyze the optic nerve and drown all images into a voidlike black.
Mi fanno impazzire i libri che quando hai finito di leggerli vorresti che l’autore fosse il tuo migliore amico, per telefonargli ogni volta che ti va.
La vida es una partida, muchacho. La vida es una partida que uno juega de acuerdo con las reglas.
Call up and say you were killed. Let go of that damn glass.
You’re a little girl but nobody stays a little girl or a little boy for long. It’s a quick business being a kid.
I sort of miss everybody I told about.
But the main thing I had to do in 1928 was watch my step. Play along with the farce. Brush my teeth. Comb my hair. At all costs, stifle my natural hideous laughter.
For poise, I picked up a stone and threw it at a tree.
Le madri sono tutte un po’ fuori di testa.
Last year I made a rule that I was going to quit horsing around with girls that, deep down, gave me a pain in the ass. I broke it, though, the same week I made it – the same night, as a matter of fact.
This is a five; it cost ten.
It was the first time all day that I’d spoken to anyone.
I don’t know, boy. I don’t know.′ I hate it when somebody answers that way.
My mother’s dead, and I have to live with her charming husband, and nobody in New York speaks French, and there aren’t any chairs in your son’s room.
I’ve seen it coming from the very beginning. I would to God the reader had something to tell me first.
So I went in this cheap-looking restaurant and had doughnuts and coffee. Only, I didn’t eat the doughnuts. I couldn’t swallow them too well. The thing is, if you get very depressed about something, it’s hard as hell to swallow.