"Let's just try to have a marvelous time this weekend. I mean not try to analyze everything to death for once, if possible. Especially me. I love you." - Pg. 8, Franny.

"I'm just so sick of pedants and conceited little tearer-downers I could scream." - Pg. 17, Franny.

"Maybe there's a trapdoor under my chair, and I'll just disappear." - Pg. 18, Franny.

"It's everybody, I mean. Everything everybody does is so - I don't know - not wrong, or even mean, or even stupid, necessarily. But just so tiny and meaningless - and sad-making. And the worst part is, if you go bohemian or something crazy like that, you're conforming just as much as everybody else, only in a different way...I feel so funny. I think I'm going crazy. Maybe I'm already crazy." - Pg. 28, Franny.

"Seymour once said to me - in a crosstown bus, of all...