The little girl on the plane Who turned her doll's head around To look at me.
The thing with kids is, if they want to grab for the gold ring, you have to let them do it, and not say anything. If they fall off, they fall off, but it's bad if you say anything.
He was one of those guys that think they're being a pansy if they don't break around forty of your fingers when they shake hands with you. God I hate that stuff.
How old are you? I asked her. "Old enough to know better." she said.
You don't always have to get too sexy to get to know a girl.
I feel overwhelmingly grateful to them, but I don't know what to do with their invisible gifts.
If you're a poet, you do something beautiful. I mean, you're supposed to leave something beautiful after you get off the page and everything. The ones you're talking about don't leave a single, solitary thing beautiful. All that maybe the slightly better ones do is sort of get inside your head and leave something there, but just because they do, just because they know how to leave something, it doesn't have to be a poem for heaven's sake. It may just be some kind of terribly fascinating, syntaxy droppings--excuse the expression. Like Manlius and Esposito and all those poor men.
I never seem to have anything that if I lost it I'd care too much about.
But don't tell me I'm not sensitive to beauty. That's my Achilles' heel, and don't you forget it. To me, everything is beautiful. Show me a pink sunset and I'm limp, by God.
Your heart, Bessie, is an autumn garage.
She was a girl who for a ringing phone dropped exactly nothing. She looked as if her phone had been ringing continually ever since she had reached puberty.
The catcher in the rye... that's all I really want to be.
I ignored the flashes of lightning all around me. They either had your number on them or they didn't.
I'm not afraid to compete. It's just the opposite. Don't you see that? I'm afraid I will compete — that's what scares me. That's why I quit the Theatre Department. Just because I'm so horribly conditioned to accept everybody else's values, and just because I like applause and people to rave about me, doesn't make it right. I'm ashamed of it. I'm sick of it. I'm sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody. I'm sick of myself and everybody else that wants to make some kind of a splash.
People never think anything is anything really. I'm getting goddam sick of it.
If sentiment doesn't ultimately make fibbers of some people, their natural abominable memories almost certainly will.
I'd never yell, "Good luck!" at anybody. It sounds terrible, when you think about it.
Among other things, you'll find that you're not the first one who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior.
The goddam movies. They can ruin you. I'm not kidding
who wants flowers when youre dead? nobody.
How do you know you're going to do something, untill you do it?
But guilt is guilt. It doesn't go away. It can't be nullified. It can't even be fully understood, I'm certain - it's roots run too deep into private and long-standing karma. About the only thing that saves my neck when I get to feeling this way is that guilt is an imperfect form of knowledge. Just because it isn't perfect doesn't mean that it can't be used. The hard thing to do is to put it to practical use, before it gets around to paralyzing you.
Don't tell people what you are thinking, or you will miss them terribly when you are away.
My brother Allie had this left-handed fielder's mitt. he was left handed. The thing that was descriptive about it though, was that he had poems written all over the fingers and the pocket and everywhere. In green ink. He wrote them on it so that he'd have something to read when he was in the field and nobody was up to bat
Yet a real artist, I've noticed, will survive anything. (Even praise, I happily suspect.)
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