D. Salinger
D. Salinger
believe people literature
People never believe you.
education suicide winning
It was the last game of the year and you were supposed to commit suicide or something if old Pencey didn't win.
mother fun crazy
It's no fun to be yellow. Maybe I'm not all yellow. I don't know. I think maybe I'm just partly yellow and partly the type that doesn't give much of a damn if they lose their gloves. One of my troubles is, I never care too much when I lose something - it used to drive mother crazy when I was a kid. Some guys spend days looking for something they've lost. I never seem to have anything that if I lost it I'd care too much. Maybe that's why I'm partly yellow. It's no excuse, though. It really isn't. What you should be is not yellow at all.
pain doe earth
But where does by far the bulk, the whole ambulance load, of pain really come from? Where must it come from? Isn't the true poet or painter a seer? Isn't he, actually, the only seer we have on earth? Most apparently not the scientist, most emphatically not the psychiatrist.
girl football sex
It's full of phonies, and all you do is study so that you can learn enough to be smart enough to be able to buy a goddam Cadillac some day, and you have to keep making believe you give a damn if the football team loses, and all you do is talk about girls and liquor and sex all day, and everybody sticks together in these dirty little goddam cliques.
joy liquid
Happiness is a solid and joy is a liquid.
doe loving-something sentimentality
Sentimentality is loving something more than God does.
thinking ice imagination
His icebergs are strange monuments with a symbol embodied in their form and their colours. They do not freeze you when you look at them, for they are not of ice, they are what Lawren Harris feels and thinks after he has contemplated them
glands existence existence-of-god
The existence of God, the why of life, was all that really only a question of glands?
inspirational being-in-love inability-to-love
Hell is the suffering of being unable to love.
life hair hands
I have scars on my hands from touching certain people...Certain heads, certain colours and textures of human hair leave permanent marks on me. Other things, too. Charlotte once ran away from me, outside the studio, and I grabbed her dress to stop her, to keep her near me. A yellow cotton dress I loved because it was too long for her. I still have a lemon-yellow mark on the palm of my right hand. Oh God, if I'm anything by a clinical name, I'm a kind of paranoiac in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy.
rose said fats
If I'd wanted this place to fill up with every fat Irish rose that passes by, I'd've said so.
running inspiration kids
I kept picturing all these little kids in this big field of rye... If they're running and they don't look where they're going, I have to come out from somewhere and catch them.
numbers lightning ignored
I ignored the flashes of lightning all around me. They either had your number on them or they didn't.