The Catcher In The Rye – J. D. Salinger

> Just because they’re crazy about themself, they think you’re crazy about them, too.

> You’d like her. I mean if you tell old Phoebe something, she knows exactly what the hell you’re talking about.

> I told each other we were glad to’ve met each other. Witch always kills me. I’m always saying “Glad to’ve met you” to somebody I’m not at all glad I met.

> The whole lobby was empty. It smelled like fifty million dead cigars. It really did. I wasn’t sleepy or anything, but I was feeling sort of lousy. Depressed and all. I almost wished I was dead.

> “Okay,” I said. It was against my principles and all, but I was feeling so depressed I didn’t even think. That’s the whole trouble. When you’re feeling depressed, you can’t even think.

> After you neck them for a while, you can really watch them losing their brains. You take a girl when she really gets passionate, she just hasn’t any brains. I don’t know.

> It made me feel sort of sad when I hung it up. I thought of her going in a store and buying it, and nobody in the store knowing she was a prostitute and all. The salesman probably just she was a regular

> ult parag 136

> He was standing next to the wall, smoking himself to the death and looking bored as hell.

> You can’t teach somebody how to really dance.

> But what I mean is, lots of time you don’t know what interests you most till you star talking about something that doesn’t interest you most.

> Many, many men have been just as troubled morally as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You’ll learn from them – if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It’s a beautiful reciprocal arrangement.