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. SALINGERI’m sick of just liking people. I wish to God I could meet somebody I could respect.
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Sometimes 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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Always, always, always referring every goddam thing that happens right back to our lousy little egos.
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All morons hate it when you call them a moron.
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People are always ruining things for you.
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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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You’re lucky if you get time to sneeze in this goddam phenomenal world.
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And 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.
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Know your true measurements and dress your mind accordingly.
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Don’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.
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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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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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Do 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.
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Make sure you marry someone who laughs at the same things you do.
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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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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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