I'm horrified to admit that I just love Salinger. I was devastated to find out that other people feel the same way.
“On those long notes behind the trumpet solo, if anyone lets his mind wander for a minute he is dead.”
“It was so quiet that morning in Paris that the heels of my two companions and myself were loud on the deserted pavements. It was a city of shuttered shops, and barred windows, and deserted avenues.”