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“I thought what I'd do was, I'd pretend I was one of those deaf-mutes. That way I wouldn't have to have any goddam stupid useless conversations with anybody. If anybody wanted to tell me something, they'd have to write it on a piece of paper and shove it over to me. They'd get bored as hell doing that after a while, and then I'd be through with having conversations for the rest of my life. Everybody'd think I was just a poor deaf-mute bastard and they'd leave me alone . . . I'd cook all my own food, and later on, if I wanted to get married or something, I'd meet this beautiful girl that was also a deaf-mute and we'd get married. She'd come and live in my cabin with me, and if she wanted to say anything to me, she'd have to write it on a piece of paper, like everybody else”
― J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

“Wollen Sie meinen Hintern sehen? Ich hab dieses berühmte Bild von Michelangelo draufstechen lassen, wo Gott Adam erschafft. Wenn ich den Arsch zusammenkneife, dann berühren sich ihre Zeigefinger.”
― Hans Rath, Und Gott sprach: Wir müssen reden!