'Why do I go?' Zooey said, without looking around. 'I go mostly because I`m tired as hell of getting up furious in the morning and going to bed furious at night. I go because I sit in judgement on every poor, ulcerous bastard I know. Which in itself doesn´t bother me too much. At least I judge straight from the colon when I judge, and I know that I´ll pay like hell for any judgement I mete out, sooner or later, one way or another. That doesn´t bother me so much.






J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey