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 rain world
It always smelled like it was raining outside, even if it wasn't, and you were in the only nice, dry, cosy place in the world.
girl giving looks
If a girl looks swell when she meets you, who gives a damn if she's late? Nobody.
memorable intelligent hair
But it wasn't just that he was the most intelligent member in the family. He was also the nicest, in lots of ways. He never got mad at anybody. People with red hair are supposed to get mad very easily, but Allie never did, and he had very red hair.
weather emotion poet
Poets are always taking the weather so personally. They're always sticking their emotions in things that have no emotions.
stupid mean thinking
I mean how do you know what you're going to do till you do it? The answer is, you don't. I think I am, but how do I know? I swear it's a stupid question.
happiness smart make-you-happy
I don't know what good it is to know so much and be smart as whips and all if it doesn't make you happy.
running holden felt
I don't even know what I was running for—I guess I just felt like it.
war book hero
But if we come back, if German men come back, if British men come back, and Japs, and French, and all the other men, all of us talking, writing, painting, making movies of heroes, and cockroaches and foxholes and blood, then future generations will always be doomed to future Hitlers. It's never occurred to boys to have contempt for wars, to point to soldiers' pictures in history books, laughing at them. If German boys had learned to be contemptuous of violence, Hitler would have had to take up knitting to keep his ego warm.
two yellow years
She was wearing a canary-yellow two-piece bathing suit, one piece of which she would not actually be needing for another nine or ten years.
ears written-word unwritten
I'm up to my ears in unwritten words.
hands people touching
I have scars on my hands from touching certain people.
sun sunny said
Why's it so sunny?" she repeated. Zooey observed her rather narrowly. "I bring the sun wherever I go, buddy," he said.
good-night stars heart
Keep me up till five because all your stars are out, and for no other reason…Oh dare to do it Buddy! Trust your heart. You’re a deserving craftsman. It would never betray you. Good night. I’m feeling very much over-excited now, and a little dramatic, but I think I’d give almost anything on earth to see you writing a something, an anything, a poem, a tree, that was really and truly after your own heart.
girl looks littles
The little girl on the plane Who turned her doll's head around To look at me.