"Up home we wear a hat like that to shoot deer in, for Chrissake," he said. "That's a deer shooting hat."
"Like hell it is." I took it off and looked at it. I sort of closed one eye, like I was taking aim at it. “This is a people shooting hat,” I said. “I shoot people in this hat.”
- Ackley and Caulfield, The Catcher in the Rye
~
"I don’t want you to get the idea that she was a goddamn icicle or something, just because we never necked or horsed around much. She wasn’t. I held hands with her all the time, for instance. That doesn’t sound like much, I realize, but she was terrific to hold hands with. Most girls if you hold hands with them, their goddamn hand dies on you, or else they think they have to keep moving their hand all the time, as if they were afraid they’d bore you or something. Jane was different. We’d get into a goddamn movie or something, and right away we’d start holding hands, and we wouldn’t quit ‘till the movie was over. And without changing the position or making a big deal out of it. You never even worried, with Jane, whether your hand was sweaty or not. All you knew was, you were happy. You really were."
- Holden Caulfield, The Catcher in the Rye.
~
Audrey's fingers hold on to mine, the light remains a few moments longer, and I hear the words again from this morning. If a guy like you can stand up and do what you did, maybe everyone can. Maybe everyone can live beyond what they're capable of.
And that's when I realize. In a sweet, cruel, beautiful moment of clarity, I smile, watch a crack in the cement, and speak to Audrey and the sleeping Doorman. I tell them what I'm telling you. I'm not the messenger at all. I'm the message.
- I Am The Messenger
~
"I want words at my funeral. But I guess that means you need life in your life."
- I Am The Messenger
"Like hell it is." I took it off and looked at it. I sort of closed one eye, like I was taking aim at it. “This is a people shooting hat,” I said. “I shoot people in this hat.”
- Ackley and Caulfield, The Catcher in the Rye
~
"I don’t want you to get the idea that she was a goddamn icicle or something, just because we never necked or horsed around much. She wasn’t. I held hands with her all the time, for instance. That doesn’t sound like much, I realize, but she was terrific to hold hands with. Most girls if you hold hands with them, their goddamn hand dies on you, or else they think they have to keep moving their hand all the time, as if they were afraid they’d bore you or something. Jane was different. We’d get into a goddamn movie or something, and right away we’d start holding hands, and we wouldn’t quit ‘till the movie was over. And without changing the position or making a big deal out of it. You never even worried, with Jane, whether your hand was sweaty or not. All you knew was, you were happy. You really were."
- Holden Caulfield, The Catcher in the Rye.
~
Audrey's fingers hold on to mine, the light remains a few moments longer, and I hear the words again from this morning. If a guy like you can stand up and do what you did, maybe everyone can. Maybe everyone can live beyond what they're capable of.
And that's when I realize. In a sweet, cruel, beautiful moment of clarity, I smile, watch a crack in the cement, and speak to Audrey and the sleeping Doorman. I tell them what I'm telling you. I'm not the messenger at all. I'm the message.
- I Am The Messenger
~
"I want words at my funeral. But I guess that means you need life in your life."
- I Am The Messenger
April 7th, 2010 at 12:45am