The Year of Magical Thinking

“As a child I thought a great deal about meaninglessness, which seemed at the time the most prominent negative feature on the horizon… No eye was on the sparrow. No one was watching me. As it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be, world without end.
The Year of Magical Thinking, pp. 189-90
By Joan Didion
Published 2006

Zooey

“Somewhere in The Great Gatsby (which was my Tom Sawyer when I was twelve), the youthful narrator remarks that everybody suspects himself of having at least one of the cardinal virtues, and he goes on to say that he thinks his, bless his heart, is honesty. Mine, I think, is that I know the difference between a mystical story and a love story. I say that my current offering isn’t a mystical story, or a religiously mystifying story, at all. I say it’s a compound, or multiple, love story, pure and complicated..”
Zooey, p. 49
By J.D. Salinger
Published 1957

Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters

“Why, then, did I go on sitting in the car? Why didn’t I get out while, say, we were stopped for a red light? There seems to me at least a dozen answers to these questions, and all of them, however dimly, valid enough. I think, though, that I can dispense with them, and just reiterate that the year was 1942, that I was twenty-three, newly drafted, newly advised in the efficacy of keeping close to the herd – and, above all, I felt lonely. One simply jumped into loaded cars, as I see it, and stayed seated in them.”
Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters, p. 25
By J.D. Salinger
Published 1963