You can t ever find a place that s nice and peaceful, because there isn t any. You may think there is, but once you get there, when you re not looking, somebody ll sneak up and write «Fuck you» right under your nose. Try it sometime. I think, even, if I ever die, and they stick me in a cemetery, and I have a tombstone and all, it ll say «Holden Caulfield» on it, and then what year I was born and what year I died, and then right under that it ll say «Fuck you». I m positive, in fact.