Grand. There’s a word I really hate. It’s a phony. I could puke every time I hear it.
J. D. SALINGERGrand. There’s a word I really hate. It’s a phony. I could puke every time I hear it.
J. D. SALINGERI 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. SALINGERIts really hard to be roommates with people if your suitcases are much better than theirs.
J. D. SALINGERHe 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. SALINGERNobody who’s really using his ego, his real ego, has any time for any goddam hobbies.
J. D. SALINGERMost stuff that is genuine is better left unsaid.
J. D. SALINGERMothers are all slightly insane.
J. D. SALINGERDon’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.
J. D. SALINGERIt 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. SALINGERI can be quite sarcastic when I’m in the mood.
J. D. SALINGERWe 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. SALINGERA 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. SALINGERI’m sick of just liking people. I wish to God I could meet somebody I could respect.
J. D. SALINGERThat’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. SALINGERPeople always clap for the wrong reasons.
J. D. SALINGERIt’s not too bad when the sun’s out, but the sun only comes out when it feels like coming out.
J. D. SALINGER