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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

People never notice anything.
J. D. SALINGER

One Liner People
If a girl looks swell when she meets you, who gives a damn if she’s late? Nobody.
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Girl Herself Time
I’m sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody.
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Courage Myself Sickness
You don’t have to think too hard when you talk to teachers.
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Talk Teaching Thinking Yourself
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
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.
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Alone Oneself Stay
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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Action Fear Yourself
She was not one for emptying her face of expression.
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Empty Expression Face Herself
I’ll read my books and I’ll drink coffee and I’ll listen to music, and I’ll bolt the door.
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Listen Music Myself Reading
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.
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Death Live Man Oneself
An artist’s only concern is to shoot for some kind of perfection, and on his own terms, not anyone else’s.
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Art Kind Perfection
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
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
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
The more expensive a school is, the more crooks it has — I’m not kidding.
J. D. SALINGER

Education
Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.
J. D. SALINGER

Missing Start Yourself
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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Be Yourself Different Myself Sick
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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Pride Writing
I am a kind of paranoid in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy.
J. D. SALINGER

Happiness Myself People
Its really hard to be roommates with people if your suitcases are much better than theirs.
J. D. SALINGER

People Rich
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
That’s something that annoys the hell out of me-I mean if somebody says the coffee’s all ready and it isn’t.
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Hell Myself
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.
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Laugh Myself Stupidity
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
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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Distance Family Kind Language Relationship Talk
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.
J. D. SALINGER

Myself Stupidity Thinking Yourself
I’m one of the little foxes that spoil the grapes.
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Food Myself Oneself

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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