j. d. salinger Quotes

Goddam money. It always ends up making you blue as hell.
tags: hell money
— J. D. Salinger
I don't necessarily intend to publish posthumously, but I do like to write for myself.
tags: write
— J. D. Salinger
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.
tags: stories property
— J. D. Salinger
What I like best is a book that's at least funny once in a while. What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn't happen much, though.
tags: funny friends wishes reading book author
— J. D. Salinger
There's no more to Holden Caulfield. Read the book again. It's all there. Holden Caulfield is only a frozen moment in time.
tags: time moment book read
— J. D. Salinger
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.
tags: questions
— J. D. Salinger
I don't know what good it is to know so much and be smart as whips and all if it doesn't make you happy.
tags: smart
— J. D. Salinger
The fact is always obvious much too late, but the most singular difference between happiness and joy is that happiness is a solid and joy a liquid.
tags: happiness joy facts
— J. D. Salinger
I'm sick of just liking people. I wish to God I could meet somebody I could respect.
tags: people respect wishes god
— J. D. Salinger
Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.
tags: missing
— J. D. Salinger
You never even worried, with Jane, whether your hand was sweaty or not. All you knew was, you were happy. You really were.
— J. D. Salinger
She wrote to him fairly regularly, from a paradise of triple exclamation points and inaccurate observations.
— J. D. Salinger
I could happily lie down and die sometimes.
tags: lies die
— J. D. Salinger
One day a long time from now you'll cease to care anymore whom you please or what anybody has to say about you. That's when you'll finally produce the work you're capable of.
tags: time work care
— J. D. Salinger
People are always ruining things for you.
tags: people
— J. D. Salinger
Who in the Bible besides Jesus knew-knew-that we're carrying the Kingdom of Heaven around with us, inside, where we're all too goddam stupid and sentimental and unimaginative to look?
tags: jesus bible heaven
— J. D. Salinger
That's something that annoys the hell out of me-I mean if somebody says the coffee's all ready and it isn't.
tags: hell annoy
— J. D. Salinger
Make sure you marry someone who laughs at the same things you do.
tags: marry
— J. D. Salinger
All morons hate it when you call them a moron.
tags: hate
— J. D. Salinger
It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing every time you crossed a road.
tags: time crazy
— J. D. Salinger
It's funny. All you have to do is say something nobody understands and they'll do practically anything you want them to.
tags: funny
— J. D. Salinger
You can't stop a teacher when they want to do something. They just do it.
— J. D. Salinger
The little girl on the plane Who turned her doll's head around To look at me.
tags: girls
— J. D. Salinger
It's not too bad when the sun's out, but the sun only comes out when it feels like coming out.
tags: bad
— J. D. Salinger
Grand. There's a word I really hate. It's a phony. I could puke every time I hear it.
tags: time hate
— J. D. Salinger
Its really hard to be roommates with people if your suitcases are much better than theirs.
tags: people
— J. D. Salinger
Don't hate me because I can't remember some person immediately. Especially when they look like everybody else, and talk and dress and act like everybody else.
tags: people hate
— J. D. Salinger
I'm just sick of ego, ego, ego. My own and everybody else's. I'm sick of everybody that wants to get somewhere, do something distinguished and all, be somebody interesting. It's disgusting.
tags: ego
— J. D. Salinger
Sleep tight, ya morons!
tags: sleep
— J. D. Salinger
The true poet has no choice of material. The material plainly chooses him, not he it.
tags: choice true poet
— J. D. Salinger
I love you to pieces, distraction, etc.
— J. D. Salinger
I don't even know what I was running for-I guess I just felt like it.
tags: running
— J. D. Salinger
I'll read my books and I'll drink coffee and I'll listen to music, and I'll bolt the door.
tags: music book read
— J. D. Salinger
We are, all four of us, blood relatives, and we speak a kind of esoteric, family language, a sort of semantic geometry in which the shortest distance between any two points is a fullish circle.
tags: language blood
— J. D. Salinger
I'm up to my ears in unwritten words.
— J. D. Salinger
I just hope that one day - preferably when we're both blind drunk - we can talk about it.
tags: hope
— J. D. Salinger
If a girl looks swell when she meets you, who gives a damn if she's late? Nobody.
tags: girls
— J. D. Salinger
An artist's only concern is to shoot for some kind of perfection, and on his own terms, not anyone else's.
tags: perfection artist
— J. D. Salinger
I am a kind of paranoid in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy.
tags: people
— J. D. Salinger
You don't have to think too hard when you talk to teachers.
— J. D. Salinger
j. d. salinger
Birth    : January 1, 1919
Death  : January 27, 2010
Occupation  : Writer