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Why’s it so sunny? she repeated. Zooey observed her rather narrowly. I bring the sun wherever I go, buddy, he said.

J. D. Salinger

The fact is always obvious much too late, but the most singular difference between happiness and joy is that happiness is a solid and joy a liquid.
J. D. SALINGER

Choice Difference Happiness Himself Joy
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
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.
J. D. SALINGER

Crazy God Herself Lie Love Myself
Poets are always taking the weather so personally. They’re always sticking their emotions in things that have no emotions.
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Emotion Poet
Sentimentality is loving something more than God does.
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Emotional God Love
Mothers are all slightly insane.
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Mad Mom One Liner Sanity
People always clap for the wrong reasons.
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People Reason Wrong
It’s not too bad when the sun’s out, but the sun only comes out when it feels like coming out.
J. D. SALINGER

Bad Feeling Sun
The worst thing that being an artist could do to you would be that it would make you slightly unhappy constantly.
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Art Happiness Worst
An artist’s only concern is to shoot for some kind of perfection, and on his own terms, not anyone else’s.
J. D. SALINGER

Art Kind Perfection
You don’t have to think too hard when you talk to teachers.
J. D. SALINGER

Talk Teaching Thinking Yourself
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 could happily lie down and die sometimes.
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Death Happiness Lie Myself
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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Love Myself Religion Smile Writing
I’m sick of just liking people. I wish to God I could meet somebody I could respect.
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God Myself Respect Sick
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

Why’s it so sunny? she repeated. Zooey observed her rather narrowly. I bring the sun wherever I go, buddy, he said.

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