I've missed you." The words were no sooner out than she realized that she didn't mean them at all.
J.D. Salingerواقعیت همیشه خیلی دیر خودش را نشان می دهد. غریب ترین تفاوت میان خوشبختی و شادی این است که خوشبختی جامد است و شادی مایع. شادی من تا صبح ِ روز بعد، که آقای یوشوتو با پاکت های دو دانشجوی جدید سر میز من سبز شدند، بیش تر نپایید و درون مخزن خود شروع کرد به نشت کردن.
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If German boys had learned to be contemptuous of violence, Hitler would have had to take up knitting to keep his ego warm.
J.D. SalingerI still think that, in a way, I can't get past half my childhood dogmas.
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I'll read my books and I'll drink coffee and I'll listen to music and I'll bolt the door.
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God almighty, Franny," he said. "If you're going to say the Jesus Prayer, at least say it to Jesus, and not to St. Francis and Seymour and Heidi's grandfather all wrapped up in one. Keep him in mind if you say it, and him only, and him as he was and not as you'd like him to have been.
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He turned to her wearily. «Listen. I wrote her eight goddam letters. Eight. She didn't answer one of 'em.»
Ginnie hesitated. «Well, maybe she was busy.»
«Yeah. Busy. Busy as a little goddam beaver.»
J.D. Salinger
You know that apple Adam ate in the Garden of Eden, referred to in the Bible?’ he asked. ‘You know what was in that apple? Logic. Logic and intellectual stuff. That was all that was in it. So—this is my point—what you have to do is vomit it up if you want to see things as they really are.
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It's 'If a body meet a body coming through the rye'!" old Phoebe said. "It's a poem. By Robert Burns."
"I know it's a poem by Robert Burns."
She was right, though. It is "If a body meet a body coming through the rye." I didn't know it then, though.
"I thought it was 'If a body catch a body,'" I said. "Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around — nobody big, I mean — except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff — I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I'd do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be. I know it's crazy.
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