I’m quite illiterate, but I read a lot.
J. D. SALINGERI’m the most terrific liar you ever saw in your life. It’s awful. If I’m on my way to the store to buy a magazine, even, and somebody asks me where I’m going, I’m liable to say I’m going to the opera. It’s terrible.
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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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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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I 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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You can’t stop a teacher when they want to do something. They just do it.
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I can be quite sarcastic when I’m in the mood.
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The true poet has no choice of material. The material plainly chooses him, not he it.
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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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I was sixteen then, and I’m seventeen now, and sometimes I act like I’m about thirteen. Sometimes, I act a lot older than I am–I really do. But people never notice it. People never notice anything.
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The worst thing that being an artist could do to you would be that it would make you slightly unhappy constantly.
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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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We don’t talk, we hold forth. We don’t converse, we expound.
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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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Sentimentality is loving something more than God does.
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I mean how do you know what you’re going to do till you do it? The answer is, you don’t. I think I am, but how do I know? I swear it’s a stupid question.
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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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