I felt so lonesome, all of a sudden. I almost wished I was dead. - J. D. Salinger

"How old are you? I asked her.
"Old enough to know better." she said."

Franny was staring at the little blotch of sunshine with a special intensity, as if she were considering lying down in it.

I asked him what, if anything, got him down about teaching. He said he didn't think that anything about it got him exactly down, but there was one thing, he thought, that frightened him: reading the pencilled notations in the margins of books in the college library.