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
suicide bitter said
He said you were the only one who was bitter about S.'s suicide and the only one who really forgave him for it. The rest of us, he said, were outwardly unbitter and inwardly unforgiving.
want literature holden-caulfield
It's funny. All you have to do is say something nobody understands and they'll do practically anything you want them to.
crazy afternoon sun
It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing every time you crossed a road.
reading together wedding-speech
She wasn't doing a thing that I could see, except standing there leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together.
beautiful
I wouldn't exactly describe her as strictly beautiful. She knocked me out, though.
love-you connections ends
The connection was so bad, and I couldn’t talk at all during most of the call. How terrible it is when you say I love you and the person at the other end shouts back ‘What?
girl arms noses
I like to be somewhere at least where you can see a few girls around once in a while, even if they're only scratching their arms or blowing their noses or even just giggling or something.
intelligent stupidity
She's quite intelligent, in my stupidity.
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.