I can’t explain what I mean. And even if I could, I’m not sure I’d feel like it.
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| — | J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via girlinlondon) |
I’m just sick of ego, ego, ego. My own and everybody else’s. I’m sick of everybody that wants to get somewhere, do something distinguished and all, be somebody interesting. It’s disgusting, it is, it is.
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| — | J.D. Salinger (via la-fille-curieuse) |
It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing every time you crossed a road.
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| — | J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via hopkinusprime) |
“There is a marvelous peace in not publishing. It’s peaceful. Still. Publishing is a terrible invasion of my privacy. I like to write. I live to write. But I write just for myself and my own pleasure. I don’t necessarily intend to publish posthumously, but I do like to write for myself. I pay for this kind of attitude. I’m known as a strange, aloof kind of man. But all I’m doing is trying to protect myself and my work.”
