I’m one of the little foxes that spoil the grapes.
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I’m one of the little foxes that spoil the grapes.
J. D. SALINGERThat’s something that annoys the hell out of me-I mean if somebody says the coffee’s all ready and it isn’t.
J. D. SALINGERPeople always clap for the wrong reasons.
J. D. SALINGERI can be quite sarcastic when I’m in the mood.
J. D. SALINGERI mean they don’t seem able to love us just the way we are. They don’t seem able to love us unless they can keep changing us a little bit. They love their reasons for loving us almost as much as they love us, and most of the time more.
J. D. SALINGERI’m sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody.
J. D. SALINGERAlways, always, always referring every goddam thing that happens right back to our lousy little egos.
J. D. SALINGERYou never even worried, with Jane, whether your hand was sweaty or not. All you knew was, you were happy. You really were.
J. D. SALINGERI’m the most terrific liar you ever saw in your life. It’s awful. If I’m on my way to the store to buy a magazine, even, and somebody asks me where I’m going, I’m liable to say I’m going to the opera. It’s terrible.
J. D. SALINGERDid you ever get fed up?’ I said. ‘I mean did you ever get scared that everything was going to go lousy unless you did something?
J. D. SALINGERI don’t even know what I was running for—I guess I just felt like it.
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. SALINGERYou don’t have to think too hard when you talk to teachers.
J. D. SALINGERWe don’t talk, we hold forth. We don’t converse, we expound.
J. D. SALINGERIt was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing every time you crossed a road.
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.
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