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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

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

Empty Expression Face Herself
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
And I have one of those very loud, stupid laughs. I mean if I ever sat behind myself in a movie or something, I’d probably lean over and tell myself to please shut up.
J. D. SALINGER

Laugh Myself Stupidity
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
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

Pride Writing
I just hope that one day – preferably when we’re both blind drunk – we can talk about it.
J. D. SALINGER

Drink Hope Myself Talk
The more expensive a school is, the more crooks it has — I’m not kidding.
J. D. SALINGER

Education
Poets are always taking the weather so personally. They’re always sticking their emotions in things that have no emotions.
J. D. SALINGER

Emotion Poet
I’m quite illiterate, but I read a lot.
J. D. SALINGER

Education Quite Reading
I could happily lie down and die sometimes.
J. D. SALINGER

Death Happiness Lie Myself
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.
J. D. SALINGER

Age Myself People
All morons hate it when you call them a moron.
J. D. SALINGER

Hate Stupidity
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
The true poet has no choice of material. The material plainly chooses him, not he it.
J. D. SALINGER

Choice Material Poet True
You never even worried, with Jane, whether your hand was sweaty or not. All you knew was, you were happy. You really were.
J. D. SALINGER

Hands Happiness Worry Yourself
If a girl looks swell when she meets you, who gives a damn if she’s late? Nobody.
J. D. SALINGER

Girl Herself Time

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.

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