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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

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J. D. Salinger
Age: 91 †
Born: 1919
Born: January 1
Died: 2010
Died: January 27
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New York City
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Jerome David Salinger
Jerome Salinger
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... even the most sublimely accomplished non-stop talker can't consistently please.
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Give me a story that just makes me unreasonably vigilant. Keep me up till five only because all your stars are out, and for no other reason.
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I am always saying Glad to've met you to somebody I'm not at all glad I met. If you want to stay alive, you have to say that stuff, though.
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The existence of God, the why of life, was all that really only a question of glands?
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It's so silly. All you do is get the heck out of your body when you die. My gosh, everybody's done it thousands of times. Just because they don't remember, it doesn't mean they haven't done it.
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I just hope that one day - preferably when we’re both blind drunk - we can talk about it.
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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.
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It's funny. All you have to do is say something nobody understands and they'll do practically anything you want them to.
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I mean how do you know what you're going to do till you do it? The answer is, you don't. I think I am, but how do I know? I swear it's a stupid question.
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A confessional passage has probably never been written that didn't stink a little bit of the writer's pride in having given up his pride.
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Were most of your stars out? Were you busy writing your heart out?
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Where do the ducks go in the winter?
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I kept picturing all these little kids in this big field of rye... If they're running and they don't look where they're going, I have to come out from somewhere and catch them.
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There isn't anyone out there who isn't Seymour's Fat Lady.
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I used to think she was quite intelligent , in my stupidity. The reason I did was because she knew quite a lot about the theater and plays and literature and all that stuff. If somebody knows quite a lot about all those things, it takes you quite a while to find out whether they're really stupid or not.
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I feel overwhelmingly grateful to them, but I don't know what to do with their invisible gifts.
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I have scars on my hands from touching certain people…Certain heads, certain colours and textures of human hair leave permanent marks on me.
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After I go out this door, I may only exist in the minds of all my acquaintances…I may be an orange peel.
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The world is full of actors pretending to be human
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What I really felt like, though, was committing suicide. I felt like jumping out the window. I probably would've done it, too, if I'd been sure somebody'd cover me up as soon as I landed. I didn't want a bunch of stupid rubbernecks looking at me when I was all gory.
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