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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

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 don’t even know what I was running for—I guess I just felt like it.
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Feeling Myself Run
I don’t exactly know what I mean by that, but I mean it.
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Myself Word
Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.
J. D. SALINGER

Missing Start Yourself
The true poet has no choice of material. The material plainly chooses him, not he it.
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Choice Material Poet True
Most stuff that is genuine is better left unsaid.
J. D. SALINGER

One Liner Philosophy
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

Alone Oneself Stay
I can be quite sarcastic when I’m in the mood.
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Myself Quite Sarcastic
I told her I loved her and all. It was a lie, of course, but the thing is, I meant it when I said it. I’m crazy. I swear to God I am.
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Crazy God Herself Lie Love Myself
I’m sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody.
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Courage Myself Sickness
I have scars on my hands from touching certain people…Certain heads, certain colours and textures of human hair leave permanent marks on me.
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Hands Human Myself Scars Touch
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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Beautiful Stupidity World
People always clap for the wrong reasons.
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People Reason Wrong
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
Mothers are all slightly insane.
J. D. SALINGER

Mad Mom One Liner Sanity
We don’t talk, we hold forth. We don’t converse, we expound.
J. D. SALINGER

Talk
People never notice anything.
J. D. SALINGER

One Liner People
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
All morons hate it when you call them a moron.
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Hate Stupidity
I’m quite illiterate, but I read a lot.
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Education Quite Reading
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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Hands Happiness Worry Yourself
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
Don’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. SALINGER

Act Hate Myself Person Remember Talk
You don’t know how to talk to people you don’t like. Don’t love, really. You can’t live in the world with such strong likes and dislikes.
J. D. SALINGER

Live Love People Strong Talk World Yourself
I have so much I want to tell you, and nowhere to begin.
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Beginning Myself
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.
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Cold Crazy Kind Road Sun Time
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

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.

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