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
funny memorable missing
Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.
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.
weather emotion poet
Poets are always taking the weather so personally. They're always sticking their emotions in things that have no emotions.
girl giving looks
If a girl looks swell when she meets you, who gives a damn if she's late? Nobody.
running holden felt
I don't even know what I was running for—I guess I just felt like it.
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.
exclamation-points paradise observation
She wrote to him fairly regularly, from a paradise of triple exclamation points and inaccurate observations.
choices poet materials
The true poet has no choice of material. The material plainly chooses him, not he it.
ears written-word unwritten
I'm up to my ears in unwritten words.
fun stuff sometimes
It's really too bad that so much crumby stuff is a lot of fun sometimes.
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.
running gratitude children
If there is an amateur reader still left in the world—or anybody who just reads and runs—I ask him or her, with untellable affection and gratitude, to split the dedication of this book four ways with my wife and children.
coffee mean annoying
That's something that annoys the hell out of me-I mean if somebody says the coffee's all ready and it isn't.
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?