D. Salinger
D. Salinger
inspirational mother father
You can hit my father over the head with a chair and he won't wake up, but my mother, all you have to do to my mother is cough somewhere in Siberia and she'll hear you.
mean use might
Why are you breaking down, incidentally? I mean if you’re able to go into a collapse with all your might, why can’t you use the same energy to stay well and busy?
running talking world
You’d better get busy, though, buddy. The goddam sands run out on you every time You turn around. I know what I’m talking about. You’re lucky if you get time to sneeze In this goddam phenomenal world.
guy toilets toilet-seat
Sensitive. That killed me. That guy Morrow was about as sensitive as a toilet seat.
stars writing heart
Were most of your stars out? Were you busy writing your heart out?
love-you mean weekend
Let's just try to have a marvelous time this weekend. I mean not try to analyze everything to death for once, if possible. Especially me. I love you.
wish wish-you could-have-been
God, I wish you could have been there.
jerk
I was surrounded by jerks. I'm not kidding.
reading sentences terrific
the sentence im reading is terrific ...
ruins
The goddam movies. They can ruin you. I'm not kidding
two ugly looks
I thought the two ugly ones were sisters, but they got very insulted when I asked them. You could tell neither one of them wanted to look like the other one, and you couldn't blame them, but it was very amusing anyway.
good-luck thinking sound
I'd never yell, "Good luck!" at anybody. It sounds terrible, when you think about it.
beautiful sunset forget
...but don't tell me I'm not sensitive to beauty. That's my Achilles' heel, and don't you forget it. To me, everything is beautiful. Show me a pink sunset and I'm limp, by God...
beautiful mean men
If you're a poet, you do something beautiful. I mean, you're supposed to leave something beautiful after you get off the page and everything. The ones you're talking about don't leave a single, solitary thing beautiful. All that maybe the slightly better ones do is sort of get inside your head and leave something there, but just because they do, just because they know how to leave something, it doesn't have to be a poem for heaven's sake. It may just be some kind of terribly fascinating, syntaxy droppings--excuse the expression. Like Manlius and Esposito and all those poor men.