“I said no, there won’t be marvelous places where we could go after I went to college and all. Open your ears. It’ll be entirely different. We’ll have to go downstairs in elevators with suitcases and stuff. We’ll have to phone up everybody and tell them good-by and send them postcards from hotels and all. And I’ll be working in some office, making a lot of money, and riding to work in cabs and Madison Avenue buses, and reading newspapers, and playing bridge all the time, and going to the movies and seeing a lot of newsreels. Newsreels. Christ almighty. There’s always a dumb horse race, and some dame breaking a bottle over a ship, and some chimpanzee riding a goddam bicyle with pants on. It won’t be the same at all. You don’t see what I mean at all.”

— The catcher in the rye di J. D. Salinger (62%)