I don't even like old cars. I'd rather have a goddam horse. A horse is at least human, for God's sake. — J. D. Salinger Copy Share Image
... even the most sublimely accomplished non-stop talker can't consistently please. — J. D. Salinger Copy Share Image
But where does by far the bulk, the whole ambulance load, of pain really come from? Where must it come from? Isn't the true… — J. D. Salinger Copy Share Image
“Nobody'd be different. The only thing that would be different would be you. Not that you'd be so much older or anything. It wouldn't… — J. D. Salinger Copy Share Image
“Meant-to-be-picked-up books. Permanently-left-behind books. Uncertain-what-to-do-with books. But books, books.” — J. D. Salinger Copy Share Image
But if we come back, if German men come back, if British men come back, and Japs, and French, and all the other men,… — J. D. Salinger Copy Share Image
Then again you may pick up just enough education to hate people who say, 'It's a secret between he and I.' — J. D. Salinger Copy Share Image
The worst thing that being an artist could do to you would be that it would make you slightly unhappy constantly. — J. D. Salinger Copy Share Image
I'm sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody. I'm sick of myself and everybody else that wants to make some… — J. D. Salinger Copy Share Image
“You keep records of their troubles. You’ll learn from them. If you want to Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone… — J. D. Salinger Copy Share Image
I'm aware that many of my friends will be saddened and shocked, or shock-saddened, over some of the chapters in 'The Catcher In the… — J. D. Salinger Copy Share Image
“Sex is something I really don't understand too hot. You never know where the hell you are. I keep making up these sex rules… — J. D. Salinger Copy Share Image
An artist's only concern is to shoot for some kind of perfection, and on his own terms, not anyone else's. — J. D. Salinger Copy Share Image
Its really hard to be roommates with people if your suitcases are much better than theirs. — J. D. Salinger Copy Share Image
