There isn't anyone out there who isn't Seymour's Fat Lady. J. D. Salinger More Quotes by J. D. Salinger More Quotes From J. D. Salinger Do you know what I was smiling at? You wrote down that you were a writer by profession. It sounded to me like the loveliest euphemism I had ever heard. When was writing ever your profession? It's never been anything but your religion. J. D. Salinger euphemismheardwriting I hate actors. They never act like people. They just think they do J. D. Salinger hatepeoplethinking She was wearing a canary-yellow two-piece bathing suit, one piece of which she would not actually be needing for another nine or ten years. J. D. Salinger yellowtwoyears The room was not impressively large, even by Manhattan apartment-house standards, but its accumulated furnishings might have lent a snug appearance to a banquet hall in Valhalla. J. D. Salinger valhallamanhattanhouse I submit that Zooey's face was close to being a wholly beautiful face. As such, it was of course vulnerable to the same variety of glibly undaunted and usually specious evaluations that any legitimate art object is. I think it just remains to be said that any one of a hundred everyday menaces — a car accident, a head cold, a lie before breakfast — could have disfigured or coarsened his bounteous good looks in a day or a second. J. D. Salinger beautifullyingart Her joke of a name aside, her general unprettiness aside, she was, in terms of permanently memorable, immoderately perceptive, small-area faces, a stunning and final girl. J. D. Salinger girlnamesmemorable You can hit my father over the head with a chair and he won't wake up, but my mother, all you have to do to my mother is cough somewhere in Siberia and she'll hear you. J. D. Salinger motherinspirationalfather The little girl on the plane Who turned her doll's head around To look at me. J. D. Salinger girllittleslooks I mean it's very hard to meditate and live a spiritual life in America. People think you're a freak if you try to. J. D. Salinger spiritualmeanthinking I’m not going to bed after all. Somebody around here hath murdered sleep. Good for him. J. D. Salinger bedsleep Why's it so sunny?" she repeated. Zooey observed her rather narrowly. "I bring the sun wherever I go, buddy," he said. J. D. Salinger sunnysunsaid Seymour once said that all we do our whole lives is go from one little piece of Holy Ground to the next. J. D. Salinger holy-groundpieceslittles 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. J. D. Salinger prayergrandfatherjesus Women kill me. They really do. I don't mean I'm oversexed or anything like that—although I am quite sexy. I just like them, I mean. They're always leaving their goddam bags out in the middle of the aisle. J. D. Salinger strong-womensexymean You know Sven? The man who takes care of the gym?' he asked. He waited till he got a nod from Nicholson. 'Well, if Sven dreamed tonight that his dog died, he'd have a very, very bad night's sleep, because he's very fond of that dog. But when he woke up in the morning, everything would be all right. He'd know it was only a dream.' Nicholson nodded. 'What's the point exactly?' The point is if his dog really died, it would be exactly the same thing. Only he wouldn't know it. I mean he wouldn't wake up till he died himself. J. D. Salinger dogdreammorning Just go to bed, now. Quickly. Quickly and slowly. J. D. Salinger bed It's partly true, too, but it isn't all true. People always think something's all true. J. D. Salinger holdenpeoplethinking This is God's universe, buddy, not yours, and he has the final say about what's ego and what isn't. J. D. Salinger buddyfinalsego I don't really deeply feel that anyone needs an airtight reason for quoting from the works of writers he loves, but it's always nice, I'll grant you, if he has one. J. D. Salinger nicereasonneeds I live in New York, and I was thinking about the lagoon in Central Park, down near Central Park South. I was wondering if it would be frozen over when I got home, and if it was, where did the ducks go? I was wondering where the ducks went when the lagoon got all icy and frozen over. I wondered if some guy came in a truck and took them away to a zoo or something. Or if they just flew away. J. D. Salinger new-yorkhomezoos
