J. D. Salinger
J. D. Salinger
Jerome David Salingerwas an American writer who won acclaim early in life. He led a very private life for more than a half-century. He published his final original work in 1965 and gave his last interview in 1980...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth1 January 1919
CountryUnited States of America
nice excited holden-caulfield
I like it when somebody gets excited about something. It's nice.
artist unhappy would-be
The worst thing that being an artist could do to you would be that it would make you slightly unhappy constantly.
horse car literature
I don't even like old cars. I'd rather have a goddam horse. A horse is at least human, for God's sake.
mean literature catchers
I don't exactly know what I mean by that, but I mean it.
life change glasses
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.
watches ifs showing-off
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.
death hope flower
Boy, 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?
want
I have so much I want to tell you, and nowhere to begin.
teacher want authority
You can't stop a teacher when they want to do something. They just do it.
nice memorable thinking
What I think is, you're supposed to leave somebody alone if he's at least being interesting and he's getting all excited about something. I like it when somebody gets excited about something. It's nice.
writing heard euphemism
Do you know what I was smiling at? You wrote down that you were a writer by profession. It sounded to me like the loveliest euphemism I had ever heard. When was writing ever your profession? It's never been anything but your religion.
pride littles given
A confessional passage has probably never been written that didn't stink a little bit of the writer's pride in having given up his pride.
mean lovely missed-you
Oh, it's lovely to see you!' Franny said as the cab moved off. 'I've missed you.' The words were no sooner out than she realized that she didn't mean them at all.
truth sick interesting
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.