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The true poet has no choice of material. The material plainly chooses him, not he it.

J. D. Salinger

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

Courage Myself Sickness
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
We don’t talk, we hold forth. We don’t converse, we expound.
J. D. SALINGER

Talk
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
The worst thing that being an artist could do to you would be that it would make you slightly unhappy constantly.
J. D. SALINGER

Art Happiness Worst
The true poet has no choice of material. The material plainly chooses him, not he it.
J. D. SALINGER

Choice Material Poet True
Sleep tight, ya morons!
J. D. SALINGER

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

Girl Herself Time
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
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
You’re lucky if you get time to sneeze in this goddam phenomenal world.
J. D. SALINGER

Time World Yourself
All morons hate it when you call them a moron.
J. D. SALINGER

Hate Stupidity
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
People never notice anything.
J. D. SALINGER

One Liner People

The true poet has no choice of material. The material plainly chooses him, not he it.

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