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Poets are always taking the weather so personally. They’re always sticking their emotions in things that have no emotions.

J. D. Salinger

I don’t even know what I was running for—I guess I just felt like it.
J. D. SALINGER

Feeling Myself Run
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
That’s the whole trouble. You can’t ever find a place that’s nice and peaceful, because there isn’t any.
J. D. SALINGER

Peace Place Yourself
I have so much I want to tell you, and nowhere to begin.
J. D. SALINGER

Beginning Myself
You’re lucky if you get time to sneeze in this goddam phenomenal world.
J. D. SALINGER

Time World Yourself
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
Mothers are all slightly insane.
J. D. SALINGER

Mad Mom One Liner Sanity
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.
J. D. SALINGER

Cold Crazy Kind Road Sun Time
Most stuff that is genuine is better left unsaid.
J. D. SALINGER

One Liner Philosophy
Who in the Bible besides Jesus knew–knew–that we’re carrying the Kingdom of Heaven around with us, inside, where we’re all too goddam stupid and sentimental and unimaginative to look?
J. D. SALINGER

Carry Emotional Heaven Imaginational Stupidity
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
You can’t stop a teacher when they want to do something. They just do it.
J. D. SALINGER

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

Girl Herself Time
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’m one of the little foxes that spoil the grapes.
J. D. SALINGER

Food Myself Oneself
People always clap for the wrong reasons.
J. D. SALINGER

People Reason Wrong

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