That’s the whole trouble. You can’t ever find a place that’s nice and peaceful, because there isn’t any.
J. D. SALINGERYou don’t know how to talk to people you don’t like. Don’t love, really. You can’t live in the world with such strong likes and dislikes.
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I could happily lie down and die sometimes.
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People always clap for the wrong reasons.
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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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Grand. There’s a word I really hate. It’s a phony. I could puke every time I hear it.
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There are nice things in the world – and I mean nice things. We’re all such morons to get so sidetracked.
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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?
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The fact is always obvious much too late, but the most singular difference between happiness and joy is that happiness is a solid and joy a liquid.
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I don’t exactly know what I mean by that, but I mean it.
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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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It 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.
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Why’s it so sunny? she repeated. Zooey observed her rather narrowly. I bring the sun wherever I go, buddy, he said.
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Make sure you marry someone who laughs at the same things you do.
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I’m sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody.
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Mothers are all slightly insane.
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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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