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.
J. D. SALINGERI just hope that one day – preferably when we’re both blind drunk – we can talk about it.
More J. D. Salinger Quotes
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I’m sick of just liking people. I wish to God I could meet somebody I could respect.
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We don’t talk, we hold forth. We don’t converse, we expound.
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That’s something that annoys the hell out of me-I mean if somebody says the coffee’s all ready and it isn’t.
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The true poet has no choice of material. The material plainly chooses him, not he it.
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All morons hate it when you call them a moron.
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It’s not too bad when the sun’s out, but the sun only comes out when it feels like coming out.
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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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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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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 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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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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People never notice anything.
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I’m sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody.
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I’m up to my ears in unwritten words.
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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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