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“Alone, Franny lay quite still, looking at the ceiling. Her lips began to move, forming soundless words, and they continued to move.”
― J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey

“Nancy, blue-eyed, and with reddish-gold glints in her blond hair, was at the wheel. She gazed anxiously across a long expanse of water to the distant shores of Twin Lakes. The Pinecrest Motel, where the eighteen-year-old girl and her older friend were staying, was almost two miles away on the smaller of the two lakes. Helen Corning, dark-haired and petite, looked at Nancy with concern. “I think we’re in for a cloudburst,” she said, “and Twin Lakes becomes as rough as the ocean in a storm.”
― Carolyn Keene, The Bungalow Mystery

“The girl shook her head. “I feel I’m not wanted. The letter wasn’t cordial. Oh dear, what shall I do?” Nancy gave Laura a hug. “You’ll be at school and during vacations you can visit friends. And you have a new friend named Nancy Drew!”
― Carolyn Keene, The Bungalow Mystery

“Nancy, an attractive titian blond, grinned up at her friend.”
― Carolyn Keene, The Mystery at Lilac Inn

“The slightest mistake will mean detection!” Nancy thought, her heart pounding. Waiting for the right moment, she suddenly slipped out among the white-robed figures and instantly began waving her arms and making grotesque motions.”
― Carolyn Keene, The Secret of Red Gate Farm

“Charles, whom I am teaching to read and write and whom I am finding an extremely intelligent novice, wishes to add a few words. Please write as soon as you have the time and inclination. HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO LOVE AND KISSES CHALES”
― J.D. Salinger, Nine Stories

“Dad, that’s wonderful!” Nancy exclaimed. “I hope we hear something soon.” Her father chuckled. “When you were a little girl, Nancy, you were always eager to have things happen. I used to say to you, ‘Hold your horses!’ Now I’m saying it again. Don’t get your hopes up too high.” Nancy laughed. “Spoken like a lawyer,” she teased, and then said good-by.”
― Carolyn Keene, Nancy's Mysterious Letter

“HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO LOVE AND KISSES CHALES”
― J.D. Salinger, For Esmé—with Love and Squalor

“Pray to yourself for the guts to make the summer work. One sale: that would help. Work for that.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“Especially after I read Pete DeVries recent scintillant “Afternoon of a Faun.” There are ways and ways to have a love affair. Above all, one must not be serious about it.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“Mother wrote today with a good letter of maxims; skeptical as always at first, I read what struck home: “If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter – – – for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.… Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.” Those words spoke to my heart with peace, as if in comment, kindly, on my life, my days.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“March 1:47 Thursday It is somehow march and very late, and outside a warm large wind is blowing so that the trees and clouds are torn and the stars are scudding. I have been gliding on that wind since noon, and coming back tonight, with the gas fire wailing like the voice of a phoenix, and having read Verlaine and his lines cursing me, and having just come newly from Cocteau’s films “La Belle et La Běte” and “Orphée” can you see how I must stop writing letters to a dead man and put one on paper which you may tear or read or feel sorry for.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“Why does that green guck still spawn itself endlessly out of my head, dripping and clinging in my throat, my lungs, blocking in glutinous hunks behind my eyes: I feel sometimes I am blowing out the putrescent remains of my own decayed brains.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“No sympathy for the devil; keep that in mind. Buy the ticket, take the ride … and if it occasionally gets a little heavier than what you had in mind, well … maybe chalk it off to forced consciousness expansion: Tune in, freak out, get beaten. It’s all in Kesey’s Bible.… The Far Side of Reality.”
― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

“I know,” I said. “I’m a Triple Scorpio.”
― Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

“He’s the October Boy . . . the reaper that grows in the field, the merciless trick with a heart made of treats, the butchering nightmare with the hacksaw face . . . and he’s gonna getcha! That’s what they always told you . . . he’s gonna getcha so you know you’ve been got!!!!!”
― Norman Partridge, Dark Harvest

“after my first sinus cold last week, I have become acquainted at one fell swoop with the byways of socialized medecine. the hard way. they persuaded me to try our college “hospital” here, and I went obediently, thinking with relief of the smith college routine of penicillin and cocaine. here it was aspirin therapy, total neglect, and pasty white meals (potato, fish, bread, custard and dough). when I asked for kleenex, the nurse offered to tear up an old sheet; probably a winding sheet.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Letters of Sylvia Plath Volume 1: 1940-1956 – The Comprehensive Collection of an Influential Poet's Intimate Correspondence