“I’m trying to help you. I’m trying to help you, if I can.”
He really was, too. You could see that. But it was just that we were too much on opposite sides of the pole, that’s all.
When I really worry about something, I don’t just fool around.
The only reason I didn’t do it was because I wasn’t in the mood. If you’re not in the mood, you can’t do that stuff right.
That’s the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they’re not much to look at, or even if they’re sort of stupid, you half fall in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are.
The goddam movies. They can ruin you. I’m not kidding.
I used to think she was quite intelligent, in my stupidity. The reason I did was because she knew quite a lot about theater and plays and literature and all that stuff. If somebody knows quite a lot about those things, it takes you quite awhile to figure out if they’re really stupid or not.
Goddam money. It always ends up making you blue as hell.
Certain things they should stay the way they are. You ought to be able to stick them in one of those big glass cases and just leave them alone. I know that’s impossible, but its too bad anyway.
If a girl looks swell when she meets you, who gives a damn if she’s late? Nobody.
It’s not too bad when the sun’s out, but the sun only comes out when it feels like coming out.
“I don’t want to scare you.” he said, “but I can very clearly see you dying, one way or another, for some highly unworthy cause.”
Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.
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