Mothers are all slightly insane.

There is none, In all this cold and hollow world, no fount Of deep, strong, deathless love, save that within A mother's heart.

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.

I like to write. I love to write. But I write just for myself and my own pleasure.