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Sleep tight, ya morons!

J. D. Salinger

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

Myself Quite Sarcastic
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
I’ll read my books and I’ll drink coffee and I’ll listen to music, and I’ll bolt the door.
J. D. SALINGER

Listen Music Myself Reading
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
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
I have scars on my hands from touching certain people.
J. D. SALINGER

Hands Myself People Scars Touch
She wasn’t doing a thing that I could see, except standing there leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together.
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Exception Herself See Togetherness
She was not one for emptying her face of expression.
J. D. SALINGER

Empty Expression Face Herself
Sentimentality is loving something more than God does.
J. D. SALINGER

Emotional God Love
You don’t have to think too hard when you talk to teachers.
J. D. SALINGER

Talk Teaching Thinking Yourself
Sometimes you get tired of riding in taxicabs the same way you get tired riding in elevators. All of a sudden, you have to walk, no matter how far or how high up.
J. D. SALINGER

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

Girl Herself Time
I’m sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody.
J. D. SALINGER

Courage Myself Sickness

Sleep tight, ya morons!

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