Si alzò e andò alla finestra.
Guardò nella via, grattandosi la spina dorsale col pollice. 
“Guardali” disse “quegli stronzi”.
“Chi?” disse.
“Non so, tutti”
—  J.D. Salinger.
That’s the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they’re not much to look at, or even if they’re sort if stupid, you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are. Girls. Jesus Christ. They can drive you crazy. They really can.
—  Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger