“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.”
“probably for every man there is at least one city that sooner or later turns into a girl. how well or how badly the man actually knew the girl doesn’t necessarily affect the transformation. she was there, and she was the whole city, and that’s that”
“She wasn’t doing a thing that I could see, except standing there, leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together.”
“I was half in love with her by the time we sat down. That’s the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they’re not much to look at, or even if they’re sort of stupid, you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are. Girls. Jesus Christ. They can drive you crazy. They really can.”
“It’s funny. All you have to do is say something nobody understands and they’ll do practically anything you want them to.”
“The fact is always obvious much too late, but the most singular difference between happiness and joy is that happiness is a solid and joy a liquid.”
J.D.Salinger is sueing a copy-cat who wrote a sequel to Catcher in the Rye. It is called — 60 Years Later: Coming Through the Rye. I don’t probably need to say it, but that is a lame title. Also — The people don’t need to know how some dude with a slightly creepy pseudonym thinks Holden ends up. I always thought really that the whole reason a story ends where it does is because you get to continue it in your head. Why on earth would we want it any other way?
