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
used reader used-to-be
God, how I still love private readers. It’s what we all used to be.
eye boys two
He was the tallest, thinnest, weariest boy I had ever seen in my life. He was brilliant. He had gorgeous brown eyes, and he had only two suits. He was completely unhappy, and I didn't know why.
thinking want said
I think that one of these days," he said, "you're going to have to find out where you want to go. And then you've got to start going there. But immediately. You can't afford to lose a minute. Not you.
men stills
There are still a few men who love desperately.
thinking people alive
I know he's dead! Don't you think I know that? I can still like him, though, can't I? Just because somebody's dead, you don't just stop liking them, for God's sake--especially if they were about a thousand times nicer than the people you know that're alive and all.
swear-to-god terrible madmen
That's the terrible part. I swear to God I'm a madman.
knows
I live alone (but catless, I'd like everybody to know)....
people hot discussion
People are mostly hot to have a discussion when you're not.
spiritual mean thinking
I mean it's very hard to meditate and live a spiritual life in America. People think you're a freak if you try to.
writing pleasure publishing
There is a marvelous peace in not publishing ... I like to write. I love to write. But I write just for myself and my own pleasure.
new-york prayer loneliness
I prayed for the city to be cleared of people, for the gift of being alone—a-l-o-n-e: which is the one New York prayer that rarely gets lost or delayed in channels, and in no time at all everything I touched turned to solid loneliness.
meditation firsts dimensions
You asked me how to get out of the finite dimensions when I feel like it. I certainly don't use logic when I do it. Logic's the first thing you have to get rid of.
brother bats green
My brother Allie had this left-handed fielder's mitt. he was left handed. The thing that was descriptive about it though, was that he had poems written all over the fingers and the pocket and everywhere. In green ink. He wrote them on it so that he'd have something to read when he was in the field and nobody was up to bat
window phony holden-caulfield
I was surrounded by phonies...They were coming in the goddam window.