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
glasses
Did you see more glass?
stars giving stories
Give me a story that just makes me unreasonably vigilant. Keep me up till five only because all your stars are out, and for no other reason.
want catchers
The catcher in the rye... that's all I really want to be...
success boys games
Life is a game, boy. Life is a game that one plays according to the rules.
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 radio degrees
I didn't want any degrees if all the ill-read literates and radio announcers and pedagogical dummies I knew had them by the peck.
sense-of-humor said
He said I was unequipped to meet life because I had no sense of humor.
kings stills ifs
Ask her if she still keeps all her kings in the back row.
girl sorry real
Real ugly girls have it tough. I feel so sorry for them sometimes.
player piano closets
If I were a piano player, I'd play it in the goddam closet.
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.
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?
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.
dream dog morning
You know Sven? The man who takes care of the gym?' he asked. He waited till he got a nod from Nicholson. 'Well, if Sven dreamed tonight that his dog died, he'd have a very, very bad night's sleep, because he's very fond of that dog. But when he woke up in the morning, everything would be all right. He'd know it was only a dream.' Nicholson nodded. 'What's the point exactly?' The point is if his dog really died, it would be exactly the same thing. Only he wouldn't know it. I mean he wouldn't wake up till he died himself.