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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.

J. D. Salinger

It’s funny. All you have to do is say something nobody understands and they’ll do practically anything you want them to.
J. D. SALINGER

Funny Understand
You think of the book you’d most like to be reading, and then you sit down and shamelessly write it.
J. D. SALINGER

Book Reading Shame Thinking Writing Yourself
Mothers are all slightly insane.
J. D. SALINGER

Mad Mom One Liner Sanity
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.
J. D. SALINGER

Beautiful History Learning Poetry Yourself
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. SALINGER

Live Love People Strong Talk World Yourself
Nobody who’s really using his ego, his real ego, has any time for any goddam hobbies.
J. D. SALINGER

Attitude Himself Reality
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.
J. D. SALINGER

Death Live Man Oneself
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.
J. D. SALINGER

Alone Happiness Love Myself Writing
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. SALINGER

Distance Family Kind Language Relationship Talk
Listen, if you’re not going to be a nun or something, you might as well laugh.
J. D. SALINGER

Job Laugh Listen
There are nice things in the world – and I mean nice things. We’re all such morons to get so sidetracked.
J. D. SALINGER

Beautiful Stupidity World
We don’t talk, we hold forth. We don’t converse, we expound.
J. D. SALINGER

Talk
I don’t even know what I was running for—I guess I just felt like it.
J. D. SALINGER

Feeling Myself Run
People are mostly hot to have a discussion when you’re not.
J. D. SALINGER

People Yourself
I don’t exactly know what I mean by that, but I mean it.
J. D. SALINGER

Myself Word
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.
J. D. SALINGER

Cold Crazy Kind Road Sun Time

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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