D. Salinger
D. Salinger
hair hands people
I have scars on my hands from touching certain people…Certain heads, certain colours and textures of human hair leave permanent marks on me.
holy-ground pieces littles
Seymour once said that all we do our whole lives is go from one little piece of Holy Ground to the next. Is he ever wrong?
bed
Just go to bed, now. Quickly. Quickly and slowly.
rain sometimes
Sometimes I see me dead in the rain.
sexy strong-women mean
Women kill me. They really do. I don't mean I'm oversexed or anything like that—although I am quite sexy. I just like them, I mean. They're always leaving their goddam bags out in the middle of the aisle.
dust light touching
She said she knew she was able to fly because when she came down she always had dust on her fingers from touching the light bulbs.
It’s history. It’s poetry.
real artist praise
Yet a real artist, I've noticed, will survive anything. (Even praise, I happily suspect.)
dream dog morning
You know Sven? The man who takes care of the gym?' he asked. He waited till he got a nod from Nicholson. 'Well, if Sven dreamed tonight that his dog died, he'd have a very, very bad night's sleep, because he's very fond of that dog. But when he woke up in the morning, everything would be all right. He'd know it was only a dream.' Nicholson nodded. 'What's the point exactly?' The point is if his dog really died, it would be exactly the same thing. Only he wouldn't know it. I mean he wouldn't wake up till he died himself.
animal boys expression
The color of his pallor, however, was a curiously basic white - unmixed, that is, with the greens and yellows of guilt or abject contrition. It was very like the standard bloodlessness in the face of a small boy who loves animals to distraction, all animals, and who has just seen his favourite, bunny-loving sister's expression as she opened the box containing his birthday present to her - a freshly caught young cobra, with a red ribbon tied in an awkward bow around its neck.
girl phones puberty
She was a girl who for a ringing phone dropped exactly nothing. She looked as if her phone had been ringing continually ever since she had reached puberty.
interesting nerves trouble
Oh, I don’t know. That digression business got on my nerves. I don’t know. The trouble with me is, I like it when somebody digresses. It’s more interesting and all.
player piano closets
If I were a piano player, I'd play it in the goddam closet.
real ego hobbies
Nobody who's really using his ego, his real ego, has any time for any goddam hobbies