How would you know you weren’t being a phony? The trouble is you wouldn’t.
No cuenten nunca nada a nadie. En el momento en que uno cuenta cualquier cosa, empieza a echar de menos a todo el mundo.
You’re a student – whether that idea appeals to you or not. You’re in love with knowledge.
Thirty-seven of them will be about shy, reclusive pennsylvania dutch lesbian who wants to write, told first-person by a lecherous hired hand. In dialect.
They gave Sally this little blue butt-twitcher of a dress to wear. She really did look damn good in it, though. I have to admit it. And don’t think she didn’t know it. She kept walking ahead of me, so that I’d see how cute her little ass looked. It did look pretty cute, too. I hate to admit it.
Their voices were melodious and unsentimental, almost to the point where a somewhat more denominational man than myself might, without straining, have experienced levitation.
Nothing in the voice of the cicada intimates how soon it will die.
There were half circles under her eyes and other, subtler signs that mark an acutely troubled young girl, but nonetheless no one could have missed seeing that she was first-class beauty.
They make everything they touch turn absolutely academic and useless. To my mind, They’re mostly to blame for the mob of ignorant oafs with diplomas that are turned loose on the country every June.
But you don’t have to be a bad guy to depress somebody – you can be a good guy and do it.
They’re not. That’s partly what’s so awful. I mean they’re not real poets. They’re just people that write poems that get published and anthologized all over the place but they’re not poets.
Quelli che mi lasciano proprio senza fiato sono i libri che quando li hai finiti di leggere e tutto quel che segue vorresti che l’autore fosse tuo amico per la pelle e poterlo chiamare al telefono tutte le volte che ti gira.
When she was done whispering in the mike and being cute as hell, they’d sing a song half in English and half in French and drive all the phonies in the place mad with joy.
I mean if thousands of little kids are running and they do not look where they are going, I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That’s all I do all day, I just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it’s crazy, but this is the only thing that I really like to do!
Ah, Sharon Lipschutz,” said the young man. “How that name comes up. Mixing memory and desire.
La gente batte sempre le mani per le cose sbagliate.
There is a real-enough danger, I suppose, that sooner or later I’ll bog down, perhaps disappear entirely, in my own methods, locutions, and mannerisms. On the whole, though, I’m very hopeful.
The Navy guy and I told each other we were glad to’ve met each other. Which always kils me. I’m always saing ‘Glad to’ve met you’ to somebody I’m not at all glad I met. If you want to stay alive, you have to say that stuff, though.
When they argue, there can be no danger of a permanent rift, because they’re Mother and Daughter. A terrible and beautiful phenomenon to watch.
It’s full of phonies and all you do is study so that you can learn enough to be smart enough to be able to buy a golden Cadillac...