I know. I'm very hard to talk to. I realize that. - J. D. Salinger

I know he's dead! Don't you think I know that? I can still like him, though, can't I? Just because somebody's dead, you don't just stop liking them, for God's sake — especially if they were about a thousand times nicer than the people you know that're alive and all.

I don't know. Poets are always taking the weather so personally. They're always sticking their emotions in things that have no emotions.

I was not only twenty-three, but a conspicuously retarded twenty-three.