Salinger offers us a pretty quest for spirituality in a very greedy world. His particular style oscillates between a sensibility on the skin and absolute brutality peculiar to his heroes.

A jewel.

If it was possible to marry a book, I would have married this one right now! Conversations, descriptions, God, what Salinger has done to me! I can start rereading it now! Salinger... Lovely Salinger...

"-I've seen a couple of real breakdowns, and the people who had them didn't bother to pick and choose the place they—"
-Just stop it, Zooey! Just stop it! Franny said, sobbing.
-I will, in a minute, in just a minute. Why are you breaking down, incidentally? I mean if you're able to go into a collapse with all your might, why can't you use the same energy to stay well and busy?"

"You don't face any facts. This same damned attitude of not facing facts is what got you into this messy state of mind in the first place, and it can't possibly get you out of it."