These intellectual guys don't like to have an intellectual conversation with you unless they're running the whole thing.

Girls with their legs crossed, girls with their legs not crossed, girls with terrific legs, girls with lousy legs, girls that looked like swell girls, girls that looked like they'd be bitches if you knew them... You figured most of them would probably marry dopey guys. Guys that always talk about how many miles they get to a gallon in their goddam cars. Guys that get sore and childish as hell if you beat them at golf, or even just some stupid game like ping-pong. Guys that are very mean. Guys that never read books. Guys that are very boring.

It was a very stupid thing to do, I'll admit, but I hardly didn't even know I was doing it.

How do you know you're going to do something, untill you do it?

If you had a million years to do it in, you couldn't rub out even half the "Fuck you" signs in the world. It's impossible.

What I like best is a book that's at least funny once in a while. What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn't happen much, though.