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’All I know is I’m losing my mind,’ Franny said. ‘I’m just sick of ego, ego, ego. My own and everybody else’s. I’m sick of everybody that wants to get somewhere, do something distinguished and all, be somebody interesting. It’s disgusting – it is, it is. I don’t care what anybody says.’
Lane raised his eyebrows at that, and sat back, the better to make his point. ‘You sure you’re just not afraid of competing?’ he asked with studied quietness. ‘I don’t know too much about it, but I’d lay odds a psychoanalyst – a mean a really competent one – would probably take the statement – ‘
‘I’m not afraid to compete. It’s just the opposite. Don’t you see that? I’m afraid I will compete – that’s what scares me. That’s why I quit the theatre department. Just because I’m so horribly conditioned to accept everybody else’s values, and just because I like applause and people to rave about me, doesn’t make it right. I’m ashamed of it. I’m sick of it. I’m sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody. I’m sick of myself and everybody else that wants to make some kind of splash.’

(Franny and Zooey, JD Salinger)