The boy drifted into oblivion, never hesitating, not even thinking. And all that he could see was a gray world that left nothing black or white.
The Lion in the Rock - this wouldn’t leave me alone
Other writers might have different priorities, but for me, the chief goal of my novels is not plot or premise or pacing, but to evoke a certain feeling. I will sacrifice most anything in order to change someone’s mood in a certain way. I can’t do that without careful navigation of metaphor and character development.
What really knocks me out is a book that, when you’re all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn’t happen much, though.
The Catcher in the Rye, 1951 (via hollyreads