Goddam money. It always ends up making you blue as hell.
I don't necessarily intend to publish posthumously, but I do like to write for myself.
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.
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.
There's no more to Holden Caulfield. Read the book again. It's all there. Holden Caulfield is only a frozen moment in time.
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.
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.
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.
I'm sick of just liking people. I wish to God I could meet somebody I could respect.
Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.
You never even worried, with Jane, whether your hand was sweaty or not. All you knew was, you were happy. You really were.
She wrote to him fairly regularly, from a paradise of triple exclamation points and inaccurate observations.
I could happily lie down and die sometimes.
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.
People are always ruining things for you.
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?
That's something that annoys the hell out of me-I mean if somebody says the coffee's all ready and it isn't.
Make sure you marry someone who laughs at the same things you do.
All morons hate it when you call them a moron.
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.
It's funny. All you have to do is say something nobody understands and they'll do practically anything you want them to.
You can't stop a teacher when they want to do something. They just do it.
The little girl on the plane Who turned her doll's head around To look at me.
It's not too bad when the sun's out, but the sun only comes out when it feels like coming out.
Grand. There's a word I really hate. It's a phony. I could puke every time I hear it.
Its really hard to be roommates with people if your suitcases are much better than theirs.
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.
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.
The true poet has no choice of material. The material plainly chooses him, not he it.
I love you to pieces, distraction, etc.
I don't even know what I was running for-I guess I just felt like it.
I'll read my books and I'll drink coffee and I'll listen to music, and I'll bolt the door.
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.
I'm up to my ears in unwritten words.
I just hope that one day - preferably when we're both blind drunk - we can talk about it.
If a girl looks swell when she meets you, who gives a damn if she's late? Nobody.
An artist's only concern is to shoot for some kind of perfection, and on his own terms, not anyone else's.
I am a kind of paranoid in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy.
You don't have to think too hard when you talk to teachers.