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Mar302012

J. D. Salinger

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.

Goddam money. It always ends up making you blue as hell.

How do you know you're going to do something, until you do it?

How long should a man's legs be? Long enough to touch the ground.

I am a kind of paranoid in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy.

I don't even like old cars. I'd rather have a goddam horse. A horse is at least human, for God's sake.

I don't exactly know what I mean by that, but I mean it.

I was about half in love with her by the time we sat down. That's the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty... you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are.

I'm quite illiterate, but I read a lot.

I'm sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody.

I'm the most terrific liar you ever saw in your life.

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

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.

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