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.
J.D. Salinger[Y]ou’re someone who took up birds in the first place because they fired your imagination; they fascinated you because ‘they seemed of all created beings the nearest to pure spirit- those little creatures with a normal temperature of 125°.
J.D. SalingerBut you're wrong about that hating business. I mean about hating football players and all. You really are. I don't hate too many guys. What I may do, I may hate them for a little while, like this guy Stradlater I knew at Pencey or this other boy, Robert Ackley. I hated them once in a while- I admit it- but it doesn't last too long, is what I mean. After a while, if I didn't see them, if they didn't come in the room, or if I din't see them in the dining room for a couple of meals, I sort of missed them. I mean I sort of missed them.
J.D. SalingerBut you don't have to be a bad guy to depress somebody - you can be a good guy and do it.
J.D. SalingerDuyguluymuş. Bittim. Bu Morrow denen herif ancak bir klozet kapağı kadar duygulu olabilirdi.
J.D. SalingerIn certain Zen monasteries, it's a cardinal rule, if not the only serious enforced discipline, that when one monk calls out 'Hi!' to another monk, the latter must call back 'Hi!' without thinking.
J.D. SalingerThis is too grand to be said (so I’m just the man to say it), but I can’t be my brother’s brother for nothing, and I know – not always, but I know – there is no single thing I do that is more important than going into that awful Room 307. There isn’t one girl in there, including the Terrible Miss Zabel, who is not as much my sister as Boo Boo or Franny. They may shine with the misinformation of the ages, but they shine. This thought manages to stun me: There’s no place I’d really rather got right now than into Room 307. Seymour once said that all we do our whole lives is go from one little piece of Holy Ground to the next. Is he never wrong?
Just go to bed, now. Quickly. Quickly and slowly.
Стоит только умереть, они тебя сразу же упрячут! Одна надежда, что, когда я умру, найдется умный человек и вышвырнет мое тело в реку, что ли. Куда угодно — только не на это треклятое кладбище. Еще будут приходить по воскресеньям, класть тебе цветы на живот. Вот тоже чушь собачья! На кой черт мертвецу цветы? Кому они нужны?
J.D. SalingerОттого что человек умер, его нельзя перестать любить, чёрт побери, особенно если он был лучше всех живых, понимаешь?
J.D. SalingerНо вы бы слышали, что вытворяла толпа, когда он кончил. Вас бы, наверно, стошнило. С ума посходили. Совершенно как те идиоты , которые гогочут, как гиены, в самых несмешных местах. Клянусь богом, если б я играл на рояле или на сцене и нравился этим болванам, я бы считал это личным оскорблением. На черта мне их аплодисменты? Они всегда не тому хлопают, чему надо. Если бы я был пианистом, я бы заперся в кладовке и там играл.
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