D. Salinger
D. Salinger
memories names desire
How that name comes up. Mixing memory and desire
army nazi said
He once told Allie and I that if he'd had to shoot anybody, he wouldn't've known which direction to shoot in. He said the Army was practically as full of bastards as the Nazis were.
phones hands joy
For joy, apparently, it was all Franny could do to hold the phone, even with both hands.
men records trouble
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.
sleep bed
I’m not going to bed after all. Somebody around here hath murdered sleep. Good for him.
believe responsibility writing
You can't argue with someone who believes, or just passionately suspects, that the poet's function is not to write what he must write but, rather, to write what he would write if his life depended on his taking responsibility for writing what he must in a style designed to shut out as few of his old librarians as humanly possible.
girl moving thinking
She was terrific to hold hands with. Most girls if you hold hands with them, their goddam hand dies on you, or else they think they have to keep moving their hand all the time, as if they were afraid they'd bore you or something. Jane was different. We'd get into a goddam movie or something, and right away we'd start holding hands, and we wouldn't quit till the movie was over. And without changing the position or making a big deal out of it. You never even worried, with Jane, whether your hand was sweaty or not. All you knew was, you were happy. You really were.
thinking world doing-you
There's a marvelous peace in not publishing, there's a stillness. When you publish, the world thinks you owe something. If you don't publish, they don't know what you're doing. You can keep it for yourself.
used reader used-to-be
God, how I still love private readers. It’s what we all used to be.
eye boys two
He was the tallest, thinnest, weariest boy I had ever seen in my life. He was brilliant. He had gorgeous brown eyes, and he had only two suits. He was completely unhappy, and I didn't know why.
thinking want said
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.
men stills
There are still a few men who love desperately.
thinking people alive
I know he's dead! Don't you think I know that? I can still like him, though, can't I? Just because somebody's dead, you don't just stop liking them, for God's sake--especially if they were about a thousand times nicer than the people you know that're alive and all.
swear-to-god terrible madmen
That's the terrible part. I swear to God I'm a madman.