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We are, all four of us, blood relatives, and we speak a kind of esoteric, family language, a sort of semantic geometry in which the shortest distance between any two points is a fullish circle.

J. D. Salinger

All morons hate it when you call them a moron.
J. D. SALINGER

Hate Stupidity
Who in the Bible besides Jesus knew–knew–that we’re carrying the Kingdom of Heaven around with us, inside, where we’re all too goddam stupid and sentimental and unimaginative to look?
J. D. SALINGER

Carry Emotional Heaven Imaginational Stupidity
He said you were the only one who was bitter about S’s suicide and the only one who really forgave him for it. The rest of us, he said, were outwardly unbitter and inwardly unforgiving.
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Death Forgiveness Himself Kindness
I could happily lie down and die sometimes.
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Death Happiness Lie Myself
She was not one for emptying her face of expression.
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Empty Expression Face Herself
I have scars on my hands from touching certain people.
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Hands Myself People Scars Touch
I don’t exactly know what I mean by that, but I mean it.
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Myself Word
Poets are always taking the weather so personally. They’re always sticking their emotions in things that have no emotions.
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Emotion Poet
The true poet has no choice of material. The material plainly chooses him, not he it.
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Choice Material Poet True
Know your true measurements and dress your mind accordingly.
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Mindset True
Where do the ducks go in the winter?
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Animal One Liner Winter
If a girl looks swell when she meets you, who gives a damn if she’s late? Nobody.
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Girl Herself Time
I love to write and I assure you I write regularly. But I write for myself, for my own pleasure. And I want to be left alone to do it.
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Alone Happiness Love Myself Writing
You think of the book you’d most like to be reading, and then you sit down and shamelessly write it.
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Book Reading Shame Thinking Writing Yourself
An artist’s only concern is to shoot for some kind of perfection, and on his own terms, not anyone else’s.
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Art Kind Perfection
People always clap for the wrong reasons.
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People Reason Wrong

We are, all four of us, blood relatives, and we speak a kind of esoteric, family language, a sort of semantic geometry in which the shortest distance between any two points is a fullish circle.

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