For the faithful, the patient, the hermetically pure, all the important things in this world — not life and death, perhaps, which are merely words, b… - J. D. Salinger

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

You never even worried with Jane, whether your hand was sweaty or not. All you knew was, you were happy. You really were.

I figured I could get a job at a filling station somewhere, putting gas and oil in people's cars. I didn't care what kind of job it was, though. Just so people didn't know me and I didn't know anybody. I thought what I'd do was, I'd pretend I was one of those deaf-mutes. That way I wouldn't have to have any goddam stupid useless conversations with anybody. If anybody wanted to tell me something, they'd have to write it on a piece of paper and shove it over to me. They'd get bored as hell doing that after a while, and then I'd be through with having conversations for the rest of my life. Everybody'd think I was just a poor deaf-mute bastard and they'd leave me alone.