'I see you are looking at my feet,' he said to her when car was in motion. 'I beg your pardon?' said the woman. 'I said I see you're looking at my feet'. 'I beg your pardon. I happened to be looking at the floor,' said the woman, and faced the doors of the car. 'If you want to look at my feet, say so,' said the young man. 'But don't be a God-damned sneak about it.' 'Let me out here, please,' the woman said quickly to the girl operating the car. The car doors opened and the woman got out without looking back. 'I have two normal feet and I can't see the slightest God-damned reason why anybody should stare at them,' said the young man.

Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around - nobody big, …

Outside the building, she started to walk west to Lexington to catch the bus. Between Third and Lexington, she reached into her coat pocket for her purse and f…

There is a marvelous peace in not publishing. ... It's peaceful. Still. Publishing is a terrible invasion of my privacy. I like to write. I live to write. But …

A man that should call every thing by its right Name, would hardly pass the Streets without being knock'd down as a common Enemy.

I have a respect for manners as such, they are a way of dealing with people you don't agree with or like.

'The way to deal with worldly people is to frighten them by repeating their scandalous whisperings aloud.'