See Ya J.D.....

 Here's to one of my favorite author's. You will be missed.

    ≈Catch ya on the otha side JD....

Salinger, who then turned his back on success and praise, became like the Gretta Garbo of letters, famous for not wanting to be famous, died on Wednesday at his home in N.H., where he had lived in seclusion for more than 50 years. He was 91. 

•“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.”

•“There is a marvelous peace in not publishing. It’s peaceful. Still. Publishing is a terrible invasion of my privacy. I love to write. But I write just for myself and my own pleasure.”

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

•“That's the whole trouble. You can't ever find a place that's nice and peaceful, because there isn't any. You may think there is, but once you get there, when you're not looking, somebody'll sneak up and write "Fuck you" right under your nose.”

•“Its really hard to be roommates with people if your suitcases are much better than theirs.”

•“How do you know your going to really do something, until you do it?”

•“I hope to hell that when I do die somebody has the sense to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetary. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you're dead? Nobody.”

•“The worst thing that being an artist could do to you would be that it would make you slightly unhappy constantly.”

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

•“I suspect that money is a far greater distraction for the artist than hunger.”

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

•“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.”

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

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

•“Game, my ass. Some game. If you get on the side where all the hot-shots are, then it's a game, all right - I'll admit that. But if you get on the other side, where there aren't any hot-shots, then what's a game about it? Nothing. No game."

•“I'm just going through a phase right now. Everybody goes through phases and all, don't they?”

•“Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around - nobody big, I mean - except me.

And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff -

I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I'd do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all.”



•“Among other things, you'll find that you're not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior. You're by no means alone on that score, you'll be excited and stimulated to know. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You'll learn from them—if you want to. Just as some day, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It's a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn't education. It's history. It's poetry.”

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

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