The true poet has no choice of material. The material plainly chooses him, not he it.
J. D. SALINGERYou can’t stop a teacher when they want to do something. They just do it.
More J. D. Salinger Quotes
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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.
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We don’t talk, we hold forth. We don’t converse, we expound.
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The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one.
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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.
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People never notice anything.
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Nobody who’s really using his ego, his real ego, has any time for any goddam hobbies.
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Did 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?
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That’s the whole trouble. You can’t ever find a place that’s nice and peaceful, because there isn’t any.
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I have scars on my hands from touching certain people…Certain heads, certain colours and textures of human hair leave permanent marks on me.
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I don’t even know what I was running for—I guess I just felt like it.
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I don’t exactly know what I mean by that, but I mean it.
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You never even worried, with Jane, whether your hand was sweaty or not. All you knew was, you were happy. You really were.
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If a girl looks swell when she meets you, who gives a damn if she’s late? Nobody.
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It’s funny. All you have to do is say something nobody understands and they’ll do practically anything you want them to.
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A confessional passage has probably never been written that didn’t stink a little bit of the writer’s pride in having given up his pride.
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