You 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.
J. D. SALINGERI love to write and I assure you I write regularly. But I write for myself, for my own pleasure. And I want to be left alone to do it.
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Poets are always taking the weather so personally. They’re always sticking their emotions in things that have no emotions.
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Sleep tight, ya morons!
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I’m up to my ears in unwritten words.
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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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You think of the book you’d most like to be reading, and then you sit down and shamelessly write it.
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Make sure you marry someone who laughs at the same things you do.
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But it wasn’t just that he was the most intelligent member in the family. He was also the nicest, in lots of ways. He never got mad at anybody. People with red hair are supposed to get mad very easily, but Allie never did, and he had very red hair.
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I am a kind of paranoid in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy.
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If you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It’s a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn’t education. It’s history. It’s poetry.
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Mothers are all slightly insane.
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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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Grand. There’s a word I really hate. It’s a phony. I could puke every time I hear it.
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Its really hard to be roommates with people if your suitcases are much better than theirs.
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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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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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