Slurp up the literary wealth like Angel Haired Spaghetti

"I used to dig in the garden, and there is nothing fantastic or
ultradimensional about crab grass... unless you are an sf (science
fiction) writer, in which case you are viewing crab grass with
suspicion. What are its real motives? And who sent it in the first
place?" Philip K Dick, We can remember it for you wholesale, Notes,
1987, Orion.

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, I mean — except me. And I'm standing on the edge
of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if
they start to go over the cliff — I mean if they're running and they
don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I'd do all day. I'd
just be the catcher in the rye, and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be. I know it's crazy.

-Catcher in the Rye, J.D. Salinger

He said I was unequipped to meet life because I had no sense of humor.
-For Esme, with love and Squalor, J.D. Salinger

"I don't know. Poets are always taking the weather so personally. They're always sticking their emotions in things that have no emotions".
-Teddy, J.D. Salinger

But every man is more than just himself; he also represents the unique,
the very special and always significant and remarkable point at which
the world's phenomena intersect, only once in this way and never again.
That is why every man, as long as he lives and fulfills the will of nature, is wondrous, and worthy of consideration.
-Demian, Hermann Hesse

I do not consider myself less ignorant than most people. I have been
and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and books; I have begun to listen to the teachings my blood whispers to me.
-Demian, Hermann Hesse

"I may not have been sure about what really did interest me, but I was absolutely sure about what didn't."
-The Stranger, Albert Camus

"And what can life be worth if the first rehearsal for life is life itself?"
-Unbearable Lightness of Being, Milan Kundera

My son, my son. When I had my son I would explain all that to him when
he was starry enough to like understand. But then I knew he would not
understand or would not want to understand at all and would do all the
veshches [things] I had done...and I would not be able to really stop
him. And nor would he be able to stop his own son, brothers. And so it would itty on to like the end of the world.

-Clockwork Orange, Anthony Burgess


This I believe: that the free, exploring mind of the individual human is the most valuable thing in the world.
-East of Eden, John Steinbeck