49 Incredible JD Salinger Quotes

49 Incredible JD Salinger Quotes

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Jerome David “J.D.” Salinger, was a writer from New York City, New York. He began writing at a very early age and many of his writings where published in Story magazine. His most famous work of literature is The Catcher in the Rye, it has become a classic. He died in 2010 at the age of 91.

“Seymour once said that all we do our whole lives is go from one little piece of Holy Ground to the next.”

“All morons hate it when you call them a moron.”

“An artist’s only concern is to shoot for some kind of perfection, and on his own terms, not anyone else’s.”

“Anyway, I’m sort of glad they’ve got the atomic bomb invented. If there’s ever another war, I’m going to sit right the hell on top of it. I’ll volunteer for it, I swear to God I will.”

“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 poet or painter a seer? Isn’t he, actually, the only seer we have
on earth? Most apparently not the scientist, most emphatically not the psychiatrist.”

“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.”

“For joy, apparently, it was all Franny could do to hold the phone, even with both hands.”

“Grand. There’s a word I really hate. It’s a phoney. I could puke every time I hear it.”

“He said I was unequipped to meet life because I had no sense of humor.”

“How do you know your going to do something, untill you do it?”

“How in hell are you going to recognize a legitimate holy man when you see one if you don’t even know a cup of consecrated chicken soup when it’s right in front of your nose?”

“How terrible it is when you say I love you and the person on the other end shouts back “What?”

“I am a kind of paranoiac in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy.”

“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.”

“I don’t suppose a writing man ever really gets rid of his old crocus-yellow neckties. Sooner or later, I think, they show up in his prose, and there isn’t a hell of a lot he can do about

“I have scars on my hands from touching certain people.”

“I love to write and I assure you I write regularly… But I write for myself, for my own pleasure. And I want to be left alone to do it.”

“I remember wanting to do something about that enormous-faced wristwatch she was wearing — perhaps suggest that she try wearing it around her waist.”

“I swear to you, you’re missing the whole point of the Jesus Prayer. The Jesus Prayer has one aim, and one aim only. To endow the person who says it with Christ-Consciousness.”

“I was half in love with her by the time we sat down. That’s the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they’re not much to look at, or even if they’re sort of
stupid, you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are. Girls. Jesus Christ. They can drive you crazy. They really can.”

“If a girl looks swell when she meets you, who gives a damn if she’s late? Nobody.”

“If sentiment doesn’t ultimately make fibbers of some people, their natural abominable memories almost certainly will.”

“If there is an amateur reader still left in the world — or anybody who just reads and runs — I ask him or her, with untellable affection and gratitude, to split the dedication of this book
four ways with my wife and children.”

“I’m a kind of paranoiac in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy.”

“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 Rye. Some of my best friends are children. In fact, all my
best friends are children. It’s almost unbearable for me to realize that my book will be kept on a shelf out of their reach.”

“I’m known as a strange, aloof kind of man. But all I’m doing is trying to protect myself and my work.”

“I’m sick of just liking people. I wish to God I could meet somebody I could respect.”

“I’m the most terrific liar you ever saw in your life.”

“It was a very stupid thing to do, I’ll admit, but I hardly didn’t even know I was doing it.”

“It’s funny. All you have to do is say something nobody understands and they’ll do practically anything you want them to.”

“Jesus knew — knew — that we’re carrying the Kingdom of Heaven around with us, inside, where we’re all too goddam stupid and sentimental and unimaginative to look? You have to be a son of
God to know that kind of stuff.”

“Just because I’m so horribly conditioned to accept everybody else’s values, and just because I like applause and people to rave about me, doesn’t make it right. I’m ashamed of it. I’m sick
of it. I’m sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody.”

“Marriage partners are to serve each other. Elevate, help, teach, strengthen each other, but above all, serve. Raise their children honorably, lovingly and with detachment. A child is a
guest in the house, to be loved and respected — never possessed, since he belongs to God. How wonderful, how sane, how beautifully difficult, and therefore true. The joy of responsibility
for the first time in my life.”

“Outside the building, she started to walk west to Lexington to catch the bus. Between Third and Lexington, she reached into her coat pocket for her purse and found the sandwich half. She
took it out and started to bring her arm down, to drop the sandwich into the street, but instead she put it back into her pocket. A few years before, it had taken her three days to dispose
of the Easter chick she had found dead on the sawdust in the bottom of her wastebasket.”

“Pencey was full of crooks. Quite a few guys came from these wealthy families, but it was full of crooks anyway. The more expensive a school is, the more crooks it has – I’m not kidding.”

“Please accept from me this unpretentious bouquet of very early-blooming parentheses: (((()))).”

“Seymour once said that all we do our whole lives is go from one little piece of Holy Ground to the next.”

“Seymour’d told me to shine my shoes just as I was going out the door with Waker. I was furious. The studio audience were all morons, the announcer was a moron, the sponsors were morons, and
I just damn well wasn’t going to shine my shoes for them, I told Seymour. ”

“Take most people, they’re crazy about cars. They worry if they get a little scratch on them, and they’re always talking about how many miles they get to a gallon, and if they get a brand-
new car already they start thinking about trading it in for one that’s even newer. I don’t even like old cars. I mean they don’t even interest me. I’d rather have a goddam horse. A horse is
at least human, for God’s sake.”

“The religious life, and all the agony that goes with it, is just something God sics on people who have the gall to accuse Him of having created an ugly world.”

“The rest were standing around in hatless, smoky little groups of twos and threes and fours inside the heated waiting room, talking in voices that, almost without exception, sounded
collegiately dogmatic, as though each young man, in his strident, conversational turn, was clearing up, once and for all, some highly controversial issue, one that the outside, non-
matriculating world had been bungling, provocatively or not, for centuries.”

“The true poet has no choice of material. The material plainly chooses him, not he it.”

“There is a marvelous peace in not publishing.”

“There’s no more to Holden Caulfield. Read the book again. It’s all there. Holden Caulfield is only a frozen moment in time.”

“What really knocks me out is a book that, when you’re all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever
you felt like it.”

“When I really worry about something, I don’t just fool around. I even have to go to the bathroom when I worry about something. Only, I don’t go. I’m too worried to go. I don’t want to
interrupt my worrying to go.”

“Why the hell don’tcha, instead of keep saying it?”

“You raved and you bitched when you came home about the stupidity of audiences. The goddam ‘unskilled laughter’ coming from the fifth row. And that’s right, that’s right — God knows it’s
depressing. I’m not saying it isn’t. But that’s none of your business, really. That’s none of your business, Franny. An artist’s only concern is to shoot for some kind of perfection, and on
his own terms, not anyone else’s.”

“You take somebody that cries their goddam eyes out over phoney stuff in the movies, and nine times out of ten they’re mean bastards at heart.”