Quotes From The Book Catcher In The Rye Novels & Stories

“Now, listen to me. Show up at her workplace and bring her some foods. Or whatever she likes. She might probably push you at first, but remember, anything worth having is worth fighting for.” “What the fuck has gotten into you today?” “I’m in the middle of reading a motivational book. It was a quote by Susan Elizabeth Phillips, anyway.”

She cleared her throat, over-enunciating as though performing Shakespeare at the Globe Theatre. “Love isn’t patient, love isn’t kind… it’s fire, and it burns everything it touches.” She looked at me expectantly, starry-eyed. I wanted to slide under the table and melt into the floor. Was this real life? Was I being forced to quote my own tortured prose like a trained parrot? “Um.” My voice cracked. “Yes, that… that does sound like something I wrote.” “It is!” another boy shouted. “Page two seventy-three, right after the betrayal scene! I highlighted it!”

She hesitated. That was her book. As she reached out for it, his hand moved at the same moment. Their fingers touched-just a graze-and a current pulsed between them like the flick of static before a storm. He looked at her.His eyes were grey-blue. Calm. Intense. Searching. "You have good taste," he said, voice low and smooth. Clara felt her heart trip. "Neruda's kind of... essential." He pulled the book from the shelf, opened it to the third page, and without looking down, quoted: "I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees."

They were all adjusted alphabetically. He then randomly picked a book. ‘If I had your Face – By Frances Cha’ He read the title. He opened the book. On the first page, there was her name and a date written. The date when she either got the book or started reading it. He flipped through the pages. She had underlined some context. Marked notes somewhere. Scribbled replies to some lines. He laughed to himself. There was this line she had highlighted, “In New York, you can talk to anyone about anything at any time and have a conversation so long you'll fall a little in love with that person, and then never see them again.”

To think otherwise was foolish. - I always do- I caressed her cheeks with my thumbs, causing her spectacular eyes to open-When it's all over, come back to me. -Isn't that a line from Dear John?- He held back his laughter. -I think it's from Atonement- I whispered, blushing. Only I could quote movie phrases in situations like these.