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.
J. D. SALINGERMake sure you marry someone who laughs at the same things you do.
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That’s the whole trouble. You can’t ever find a place that’s nice and peaceful, because there isn’t any.
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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.
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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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Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.
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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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Sentimentality is loving something more than God does.
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I can be quite sarcastic when I’m in the mood.
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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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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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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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Sleep tight, ya morons!
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Know your true measurements and dress your mind accordingly.
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I hate actors. They never act like people. They just think they do.
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I’m up to my ears in unwritten words.
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A confessional passage has probably never been written that didn’t stink a little bit of the writer’s pride in having given up his pride.
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