How happy is the blameless vessle's lot!  The world forgetting, by the world forgot.  Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!  Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd.

Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all.  Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around - nobody big, I mean - except me.  And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff.  What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff - I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them.  That's all I do all day.  I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all.  I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be.

We're never gonna win the world, we're never gonna stop the war. We're never gonna beat this if belief is what we're fighting for.