you’d better get busy, though, buddy. the goddamn sands run out on you every time you turn around. i know what i’m talking about. you’re lucky if you even get a chance to sneeze in this goddamn phenomenal world.” there was another, slighter pause. “i used to worry about that. i don’t worry about it very much any more. at least i’m still in love with yorick’s skull. at least i always have time enough to stay in love with yorick’s skull. i want an honorable goddamn skull when i’m dead. i hanker after an honorable goddamn skull like yorick’s.
— j.d. salinger, “franny and zooey”
