82J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye
And I have one of those very loud, stupid laughs. I mean if I ever sat behind myself in a movie or something, I’d probably lean over and tell myself to please shut up.
J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye
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I held hands with her all the time, for instance. That doesn’t sound like much, I realize, but she was terrific to hold hands with. Most girls if you hold hands with them, their goddamn hand dies on you, or else they think they have to keep moving their hand all the time, as if they were afraid they’d bore you or something. Jane was different. We’d get into a goddamn movie or something, and right away we’d start holding hands, and we wouldn’t quit till the movie was over. And without changing the position or making a big deal out of it. You never even worried, with Jane, whether your hand was sweaty or not. All you knew was, you were happy. You really were.
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Sex is something I just don’t understand. I swear to God I don’t.
Holden Caulfield, (from The Catcher In The Rye by J.D. Salinger)
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She sat stirring her drink and feeling unclose to me. She worries over the way her love for me comes and goes, appears and disappears. She doubts its reality simply because it isn’t as steadily pleasurable as a kitten. God knows it is sad. The human voice conspires to desecrate everything on earth.
J.D. Salinger, Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters
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I mean they don’t seem able to love us just the way we are. They don’t seem able to love us unless they can keep changing us a little bit. They love their reasons for loving us almost as much as they love us, and most of the time more.
J.D. Salinger, Teddy
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You’re lucky if you get time to sneeze in this goddam phenomenal world.
J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey
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I certainly didn’t enjoy seeing him in that crazy cemetery. Surrounded by dead guys and tombstones and all. It wasn’t too bad when the sun was out, but twice — twice — we were there when it started to rain. It was awful. It rained on his lousy tombstone, and it rained on the grass on his stomach. It rained all over the place. All the visitors that were visiting the cemetery started running like hell over to their cars. That’s what nearly drove me crazy. All the visitors could get in their cars and then go someplace nice for dinner — everybody except Allie.
The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger
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People always clap for the wrong things.
J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye
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Happy Birthday Catcher In The Rye!
First published today in 1951, it has been translated into almost every language and has sold in excess of 65 million copies.
Nothing phony or crummy about that…
Life is a gift horse in my opinion.
J.D. Salinger, “Teddy”
