“Lately, when I didn't have room to bitch, I didn't. Maturity, at last.”

“I didn't used to be like this. I didn't believe in love and romance and swooning. My default setting was bitch”

“I wanted the bitch to know i didn't care anymore ”

“I didn't want to be the monster! I didn't want to kill this room full of harmless children! I didn't want to lose everything I'd gained in a lifetime of sacrifice and denial!”

“I don't hate too many guys. What I may do, I may hate them for a little while, like this guy Stradlater I knew at Pencey, and this other boy, Robert Ackley. I hate them once in a while—I admit it—but it doesn't last too long, is what I mean. After a while, if I didn't see them, if they didn't come in the room, or if I didn't see them in the dining room for a couple of meals, I sort of missed them. I mean I sort of missed them.”

“I wanted to cry but I didn't, I probably should have cried, I should have drowned us there in the room ending our suffering.”