Always, always, always referring every goddam thing that happens right back to our lousy little egos.
J. D. SALINGERAlways, always, always referring every goddam thing that happens right back to our lousy little egos.
J. D. SALINGERDon’t hate me because I can’t remember some person immediately. Especially when they look like everybody else, and talk and dress and act like everybody else.
J. D. SALINGERWhere do the ducks go in the winter?
J. D. SALINGERMothers are all slightly insane.
J. D. SALINGERNobody who’s really using his ego, his real ego, has any time for any goddam hobbies.
J. D. SALINGERAn artist’s only concern is to shoot for some kind of perfection, and on his own terms, not anyone else’s.
J. D. SALINGERI have scars on my hands from touching certain people…Certain heads, certain colours and textures of human hair leave permanent marks on me.
J. D. SALINGERI was sixteen then, and I’m seventeen now, and sometimes I act like I’m about thirteen. Sometimes, I act a lot older than I am–I really do. But people never notice it. People never notice anything.
J. D. SALINGERAnd I have one of those very loud, stupid laughs. I mean if I ever sat behind myself in a movie or something, I’d probably lean over and tell myself to please shut up.
J. D. SALINGERSometimes you get tired of riding in taxicabs the same way you get tired riding in elevators. All of a sudden, you have to walk, no matter how far or how high up.
J. D. SALINGERI have so much I want to tell you, and nowhere to begin.
J. D. SALINGERDo you know what I was smiling at? You wrote down that you were a writer by profession. It sounded to me like the loveliest euphemism I had ever heard. When was writing ever your profession? It’s never been anything but your religion.
J. D. SALINGERSleep tight, ya morons!
J. D. SALINGERYou think of the book you’d most like to be reading, and then you sit down and shamelessly write it.
J. D. SALINGERI have scars on my hands from touching certain people.
J. D. SALINGERIt’s not too bad when the sun’s out, but the sun only comes out when it feels like coming out.
J. D. SALINGER