An artist's only concern is to shoot for some kind of perfection, and on his own terms, not anyone else's.

An artist's only concern is to shoot for some kind of perfection, and on his own terms, not anyone else's.

An artist only concern is to shoot for some kind of perfection, and on his own terms, not anyone else's.

She was not one for emptying her face of expression.

Boy, when you're dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody.

There's no more to Holden Caulfield. Read the book again. It's all there. Holden Caulfield is only a frozen moment in time.