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• Holden Caulfield, The Catcher in the Rye:
  • "People never notice anything."
  • "Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody."
  • "I'm sort of glad they've got the atomic bomb invented. If there's ever another war, I'm going to sit right the hell on top of it. I'll volunteer for it, I swear to God I will."
  • "I'm the most terrific liar you ever saw in your life."
  • “That's a deer shooting hat.” “Like hell it is.” I took it off and looked at it. I sort of closed one eye, like I was taking aim at it. “This is a people shooting hat,” I said. “I shoot people in this hat.”
  • "It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing every time you crossed a road."
  • Take most people, they're crazy about cars...I'd rather have a goddam horse. A horse is at least human, for God's sake."
  • "I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around - nobody big, I mean - except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff - I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be."
  • "Goddam money. It always ends up making you blue as hell."
  • "I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something...Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody."
  • You'll find that you're not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior."
• Esther Greenwood, The Bell Jar:
  • "I felt very still and very empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo."
  • "I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, 'This is what it is to be happy.'"
  • "If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days."
  • "The sickness rolled through me in great waves. After each wave it would fade away and leave me limp as a wet leaf and shivering all over and then I would feel it rising up in me again, and the glittering white torture chamber tiles under my feet and over my head and all four sides closed in and squeezed me to pieces."
  • "I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart: I am, I am, I am."
    • "I didn't want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn't know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I'd cry for a week. I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full."
  • "Wherever I sat - on the deck of a ship or at a street café in Paris or Bangkok - I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air."
  • "There must be quite a few things a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them."
• Neil Gaiman, Coraline:
  • Coraline wondered why so few of the adults she had met made any sense. She sometimes wondered who they thought they were talking to.
  • "She flipped through a book her mother was reading about native people in a distant country; how every day they would take pieces of white silk and draw on them in wax, then dip the silks in dye, then draw on them more in wax and dye them some more, then boil the wax out in hot water, and then finally, throw the now-beautiful cloths on a fire and burn them to ashes. It seemed particularly pointless to Coraline, but she hoped that the people enjoyed it."
  • "Cats don't have names," it said. "No?" said Coraline. "No," said the cat. "Now, you people have names. That's because you don't know who you are. We know who we are, so we don't need names."
• Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs:
  • "Without a soundtrack, human interaction is meaningless."
  • "I once loved a girl who almsot loved me, but not as much as she loved John Cusack"
• Shakespeare:
  • "By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes." - Macbeth
  • "If music be the food of love, play on! Give me excess of it!" - Twelfth Night
  • "The lady doth protest too much, methinks" - Hamlet
• Everybody Hurts:
  • to come!
• The Phantom Tollbooth:
  • to come!
• Life of Pi:
  • to come!
• White Oleander:
  • to come!
• Into the Wild:
  • Unlike most of us, he was the sort of person who insisted on living out his beliefs."
• Cat's Cradle:
  • “Sir, how does a man die when he’s deprived of the consolations of literature?”

“In one of two ways,” he said, “petrescence of the heart or atrophy of the nervous system.”