Catcher In The Rye Thematic Quotes & Sayings

It was like somebody had sprinkled fairy dust on the whole city," said Cheryl Bertelli, one of Maud's delirious patrons. — David Talbot

We're all entitled to our different likes and dislikes. Imagine the world if we all liked the same things. — Malia Ann Haberman

This quote will self-destruct in ... 4 ... 3 ... 2 ... 1 ... Just kidding ... Or am I? — Craig Benzine

[F]or me, being a Jew means feeling the tragedy of yesterday as an inner oppression. On my left forearm I bear the Auschwitz number; it reads more briefly than the Pentateuch or the Talmud and yet provides more thorough information. It is also more binding than basic formulas of Jewish existence. If to myself and the world, including the religious and nationally minded Jews, who do not regard me as one of their own, I say: I am a Jew, then I mean by that those realities and possibilities that are summed up in the Auschwitz number. — Jean Amery

It was different than all the rest because I say it was. I felt it was. — Katie Heaney

Music plays a very important role in my life. I'm a frustrated musician. I play the drums. — Ronald Perelman

Pillsbury shouted the only word that came to mind. Ow! — Laura Hillenbrand

Tony Morrison said, 'Can't I love what I criticize, criticize what I love.' — Michael Eric Dyson

It is disconcerting to sit with your parent and find you're turning over your future to your government, which can't manage their money. — Jackie Walorski

I guess it's human nature to question yourself, to question why all the pain has had to happen? sometimes there isn't any answers it just is what it is and how we make ourselves feel and see through that, is what will determine how we move forward. — Nikki Rowe

When I left Merle was wearing a bungalow apron and rolling pie crust. She came to the door wiping her hands on the apron and kissed me on the mouth and began to cry and ran back into the house, leaving the doorway empty [ ... ] I had a funny feeling as I saw the house disappear, as though I had written a poem and it was very good and I had lost it and would never remember it again. (p. 262) — Raymond Chandler