I don't exactly know what I mean by that, but I mean it.
From J. D. Salinger
I'm sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody.
If a girl looks swell when she meets you, who gives a damn if she's late? Nobody.
You take somebody that cries their goddam eyes out over phoney stuff in the movies, and nine times out of ten they're mean bastards at heart.
I don't even like old cars. I'd rather have a goddam horse. A horse is at least human, for God's sake.
There is a marvelous peace in not publishing. It's peaceful. Still. Publishing is a terrible invasion of my privacy.
Some stories, my property, have been stolen. Someone's appropriated them. It's an illicit act. It's unfair. Suppose you had a coat you liked, and somebody went into your closet and stole it. That's how I feel.
I'm known as a strange, aloof kind of man. But all I'm doing is trying to protect myself and my work.
He had a theory, Walt did, that the religious life, and all the agony that goes with it, is just something God sics on people who have the gall to accuse Him of having created an ugly world.
I'm the most terrific liar you ever saw in your life.
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