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
lying sunshine special
Franny was staring at the little blotch of sunshine with a special intensity, as if she were considering lying down in it.
worry want fool
When I really worry about something, I don’t just fool around. I even have to go to the bathroom when I worry about something. Only, I don’t go. I’m too worried to go. I don’t want to interrupt my worrying to go.
fun stuff sometimes
It's really too bad that so much crumby stuff is a lot of fun sometimes.
school crooks expensive
The more expensive a school is, the more crooks it has — I'm not kidding.
clever weather poet
Poets are always taking the weather so personally.
literature illiterate
I'm quite illiterate, but I read a lot.
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.