Their voices were melodious and unsentimental, almost to the point where a somewhat more denominational man than myself might, without straining, have experienced levitation.
J.D. SalingerTags: for-esmé-with-love-and-squalo
She wrote to him fairly regularly, from a paradise of triple exclamation points and inaccurate observations.
J.D. SalingerTags: for-esmé-with-love-and-squalo
If or when I do start going to an analyst, I hope to God he has the foresight to let a dermatologist sit in on the consultation. A hand specialist. I have scars on my hands from touching certain people... Certain heads, certain colours and textures of human hair leave permanent marks on me. Other things, too. Charlotte once ran away from me, outside the studio, and I grabbed her dress to stop her, to keep her near me. A yellow cotton dress I loved because it was too long for her. I still have a lemon-yellow mark on the palm of my right hand. Oh God, if I'm anything by a clincal name, I'm a kind of paranoiac in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy.
J.D. SalingerHe said I was unequipped to meet life because I had no sense of humor.
J.D. SalingerTags: for-esmé-with-love-and-squalo
Father said I have no sense of humor at all. He said I was unequipped to meet life because I have no sense of humor.
J.D. SalingerTags: for-esmé-with-love-and-squalo
If only you’d remember before ever you sit down to write that you’ve been a reader long before you were ever a writer. You simply fix that fact in your mind, then sit very still and ask yourself, as a reader, what piece of writing in all the world Buddy Glass would most want to read if he had his heart’s choice. The next step is terrible, but so simple I can hardly believe it as I write it. You just sit down shamelessly and write the thing yourself. I won’t even underline that. It’s too important to be underlined.
J.D. SalingerWhen I was all set to go, when I had my bags and all, I stood for a while next to the stairs and took a last look down the goddam corridor. I was sort of crying. I don't know why. I put my red hunting hat on, and turned the peak around to the back, the way I liked it, and then I yelled at the top of my goddam voice, "Sleep tight, ya morons!" I'll bet I woke up every bastard on the whole floor. Then I got the hell out. Some stupid guy had thrown peanut shells all over the stairs, and I damn near broke my crazy neck.
J.D. SalingerLo que distingue al hombre insensato del sensato es que el primero ansía morir orgullosamente por una causa, mientras que el segundo aspira a vivir humildemente por ella
J.D. SalingerShe was not one for emptying her face of expression.
J.D. SalingerTags: expression emotion face
I didn't want any degrees if all the ill-read literates and radio announcers and pedagogical dummies I knew had them by the peck.
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