Its really hard to be roommates with people if your suitcases are much better than theirs.
J. D. SALINGERPeople are mostly hot to have a discussion when you’re not.
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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.
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Make sure you marry someone who laughs at the same things you do.
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Did you ever get fed up?’ I said. ‘I mean did you ever get scared that everything was going to go lousy unless you did something?
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There are nice things in the world – and I mean nice things. We’re all such morons to get so sidetracked.
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I could happily lie down and die sometimes.
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If you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It’s a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn’t education. It’s history. It’s poetry.
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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.
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You never even worried, with Jane, whether your hand was sweaty or not. All you knew was, you were happy. You really were.
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Always, always, always referring every goddam thing that happens right back to our lousy little egos.
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Mothers are all slightly insane.
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Poets are always taking the weather so personally. They’re always sticking their emotions in things that have no emotions.
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I’m one of the little foxes that spoil the grapes.
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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.
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Nobody who’s really using his ego, his real ego, has any time for any goddam hobbies.
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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.
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