my favorite excerpts from j.d. salinger's "teddy"

"I grew my own body," he said. "Nobody else did it for me. So if I grew it, I must have known how to grow it. Unconciously, at least. I may have lost the conscious knowledge of how to grow it sometime in the last few hundred thousand years, but the knowledge is still there, because-- obviously -- I've used it... It would take quite a lot of meditation and emptying out to get the whole thing back-- I mean the conscious knowledge-- but you could do it if you wanted to. If you opened up wide enough."

"'Nothing in the voice of the cicada intimates how soon it will die,'" Teddy said suddenly. "'Along this road goes no one, this autumn eve.'"

"I have a very strong affinity for them. They're my parents, I mean, and we're all part of each other's harmony and everything." Teddy said. "I want them to have a nice time while they're alive, because they like having a nice time... But they don't love me and Booper--that's my sister-- that way. I mean they don't seem able to love us just the way we are. They don't seem able to love us unless they can keep changing us a little bit. They love their reasons for loving us almost as much as they love us, and most of the time more. It's not so good that way."

"I don't know. Poets are always taking the weather so personally. They're always sticking their emotions in things that have no emotions."

Teddy lingered for a moment at the door, reflectively experimenting with the door handle, turning it slowly left and right. "After I go out this door, I may only exist in the minds of all my acquaintances," he said. "I may be an orange peel."