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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 not too bad when the sun’s out, but the sun only comes out when it feels like coming out.
J. D. SALINGER

Bad Feeling Sun
She wasn’t doing a thing that I could see, except standing there leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together.
J. D. SALINGER

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

Feeling Myself Run
Most stuff that is genuine is better left unsaid.
J. D. SALINGER

One Liner Philosophy
I am a kind of paranoid in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy.
J. D. SALINGER

Happiness Myself People
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
I’m sick of just liking people. I wish to God I could meet somebody I could respect.
J. D. SALINGER

God Myself Respect Sick
I hate actors. They never act like people. They just think they do.
J. D. SALINGER

Act Hate Myself People Thinking
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.
J. D. SALINGER

Be Yourself Different Myself Sick
I’m sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody.
J. D. SALINGER

Courage Myself Sickness
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. SALINGER

Love Myself Religion Smile Writing
Its really hard to be roommates with people if your suitcases are much better than theirs.
J. D. SALINGER

People Rich
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
I can be quite sarcastic when I’m in the mood.
J. D. SALINGER

Myself Quite Sarcastic
I could happily lie down and die sometimes.
J. D. SALINGER

Death Happiness Lie Myself
Sentimentality is loving something more than God does.
J. D. SALINGER

Emotional God Love
I’m up to my ears in unwritten words.
J. D. SALINGER

Myself Word Writing
I’m one of the little foxes that spoil the grapes.
J. D. SALINGER

Food Myself Oneself
That’s something that annoys the hell out of me-I mean if somebody says the coffee’s all ready and it isn’t.
J. D. SALINGER

Hell Myself
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
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.
J. D. SALINGER

Myself Stupidity Thinking Yourself
We don’t talk, we hold forth. We don’t converse, we expound.
J. D. SALINGER

Talk
She was not one for emptying her face of expression.
J. D. SALINGER

Empty Expression Face Herself
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.
J. D. SALINGER

Death Forgiveness Himself Kindness
How long should a man’s legs be? Long enough to touch the ground.
J. D. SALINGER

Man Touch
I have scars on my hands from touching certain people…Certain heads, certain colours and textures of human hair leave permanent marks on me.
J. D. SALINGER

Hands Human Myself Scars Touch
Certain things, they should stay the way they are. You ought to be able to stick them in one of those big glass cases and just leave them alone.
J. D. SALINGER

Alone Oneself Stay

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