I'm Sick Of Not Having The Courage

I Don't Even Know What I Was Running For—i Guess I Just Felt Like It.

Don't Ever Tell Anybody Anything. If You Do, You Start Missing Everybody.

The Catcher In The Rye... That's All I Really Want To Be.

God, I Wish You Could Have Been There.

The Rest, With Very Little Exaggeration, Was Books. Meant-to-be-picked-up Books. Permanently-left-behind Books. Uncertain-what-to-do-with Books. But Books, Books. Tall Cases Lined Three Walls Of The Room, Filled To And Beyond Capacity. The Overflow Had Been Piled In Stacks On The Floor. There Was Little Space Left For Walking, And None Whatever For Pacing.