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What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn't happen much, though.
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literature
reading
writing
books
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J.D. Salinger |
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Among other things, you'll find that you're not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior. You're by no means alone on that score, you'll be excited and stimulated to know. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You'll learn from them--if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to..
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I'm quite illiterate, but I read a lot.
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J.D. Salinger |
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I'm sick of just liking people. I wish to God I could meet somebody I could respect.
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J.D. Salinger |
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I am always saying "Glad to've met you" to somebody I'm not at all glad I met. If you want to stay alive, you have to say that stuff, though."
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insincerity
manners
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J.D. Salinger |
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I like it when somebody gets excited about something. It's nice.
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J.D. Salinger |
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That's the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they're not much to look at, or even if they're sort of stupid, you fall in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are. Girls. Jesus Christ. They can drive you crazy. They really can.
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holden
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J.D. Salinger |
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I'm sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody.
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J.D. Salinger |
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It's funny. All you have to do is say something nobody understands and they'll do practically anything you want them to.
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confusion
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When you're dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody.
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death
funeral-rites
holden
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J.D. Salinger |
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I don't exactly know what I mean by that, but I mean it.
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J.D. Salinger |
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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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laughter
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J.D. Salinger |
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People are always ruining things for you.
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J.D. Salinger |
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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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stasis
holden-caulfield
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J.D. Salinger |
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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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J.D. Salinger |
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when you're not looking, somebody'll sneak up and write "Fuck you" right under your nose."
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J.D. Salinger |
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All morons hate it when you call them a moron.
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J.D. Salinger |
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If a girl looks swell when she meets you, who gives a damn if she's late?
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holden
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J.D. Salinger |
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I'm the most terrific liar you ever saw in your life. It's awful. If I'm on my way to the store to buy a magazine, even, and somebody asks me where I'm going, I'm liable to say I'm going to the opera. It's terrible.
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lying
life
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J.D. Salinger |
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I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be. I know it's crazy.
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salinger
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J.D. Salinger |
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People never notice anything.
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obliviousness
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J.D. Salinger |
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People always clap for the wrong reasons.
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J.D. Salinger |
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I was trying to feel some kind of good-bye. I mean I've left schools and places I didn't even know I was leaving them. I hate that. I don't care if it's a sad good-bye or a bad good-bye, but when I leave a place I like to know I'm leaving it. If you don't you feel even worse.
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holden
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J.D. Salinger |
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The best thing, though, in that museum was that everything always stayed right where it was. Nobody'd move. You could go there a hundred thousand times, and that Eskimo would still be just finished catching those two fish, the birds would still be on their way south, the deers would still be drinking out of that water hole, with their pretty antlers and they're pretty, skinny legs, and that squaw with the naked bosom would still be weaving ..
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life
interesting
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J.D. Salinger |
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And I can't be running back and fourth forever between grief and high delight.
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grief
happiness
confusion
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J.D. Salinger |
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Make sure you marry someone who laughs at the same things you do.
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J.D. Salinger |
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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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J.D. Salinger |
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If you do something too good, then, after a while, if you don't watch it, you start showing off. And then you're not as good any more.
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J.D. Salinger |
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I'm a kind of paranoiac in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy.
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J.D. Salinger |
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It's everybody, I mean. Everything everybody does is so -- I don't know -- not wrong, or even mean, or even stupid necessarily. But just so tiny and meaningless and -- sad-making. And the worst part is, if you go bohemian or something crazy like that, you're conforming just as much only in a different way.
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J.D. Salinger |
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Almost every time somebody gives me a present, it ends up making me sad.
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iceskates
lexidreams
presents
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J.D. Salinger |
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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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J.D. Salinger |
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Grand. There's a word I really hate. It's a phony. I could puke every time I hear it.
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writing
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J.D. Salinger |
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If you had a million years to do it in, you couldn't rub out even half the "Fuck you" signs in the world. It's impossible."
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humor
signs
holden
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J.D. Salinger |
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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.
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J.D. Salinger |
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I can be quite sarcastic when I'm in the mood.
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sarcastic
sarcasm
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J.D. Salinger |
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I can't explain what I mean. And even if I could, I'm not sure I'd feel like it.
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J.D. Salinger |
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I don't know what good it is to know so much and be smart as whips and all if it doesn't make you happy.
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intelligence
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J.D. Salinger |
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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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J.D. Salinger |
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I love you to pieces, distraction, etc.
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J.D. Salinger |
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I think that one of these days," he said, "you're going to have to find out where you want to go. And then you've got to start going there. But immediately. You can't afford to lose a minute. Not you.
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antolini
inspirational
catcher-in-the-rye
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J.D. Salinger |
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I think that one of these days," he said, "you're going to have to find out where you want to go. And then you've got to start going there. But immediately. You can't afford to lose a minute. Not you."
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inspirational
catcher-in-the-rye
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J.D. Salinger |
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Goddam money. It always ends up making you blue as hell.
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J.D. Salinger |
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This fall I think you're riding for--it's a special kind of fall, a horrible kind. The man falling isn't permitted to feel or hear himself hit bottom. He just keeps falling and falling. The whole arrangement's designed for men who, at some time or other in their lives, were looking for something their own environment couldn't supply them with. Or they thought their own environment couldn't supply them with. So they gave up looking. They gav..
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depression
inertia
despair
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