#salinger

I'm horrified to admit that I just love Salinger. I was devastated to find out that other people feel the same way. ↗

— Ethan Hawke

#devastated #feel #find #horrified #i

I was giving a speech one time, and the woman who introduced me said, 'Well, she used to be J. D. Salinger's girlfriend. I thought, 'God, is that all I've been?' I didn't want to be reduced to that. ↗

— Joyce Maynard

#girlfriend #giving #god #i #introduced

Long after Salinger sent me away, I continued to believe his standards and expectations were the best ones. ↗

— Joyce Maynard

#away #believe #best #continued #expectations

Not only did I avoid speaking of Salinger; I resisted thinking about him. I did not reread his letters to me. The experience had been too painful. ↗

— Joyce Maynard

#avoid #been #did #experience #had

Some literary types subscribe to the notion that being a writer like Salinger entitles a person to remain free of the standards that might apply to mere mortals. ↗

— Joyce Maynard

#being #entitles #free #like #literary

Although Salinger had long since cut me out of his life completely and made it plain that he had nothing but contempt for me, the thought of becoming the object of his wrath was more than I felt ready to take on. ↗

— Joyce Maynard

#becoming #completely #contempt #cut #felt

I'm just like any other person you can meet and greet on the street and like or not like. I'm not Holden or Humbert. You can really touch me! If you don't believe me, come to Aristod right now. Come hold and hump me! ↗

— Brian Celio

#humbert #humor #salinger #wordplay #humor

The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that is wants to live humbly for one. ↗

— Wilhelm Stekel

#immaturity #quoted #salinger #selflessness #maturity

The one that sang, old Janine, was always whispering into the g***** microphone before she sang. She'd say, 'And now we like to geeve you our impression of Vooly Voo Fransay. Eet ees the story of leetle Fransh girl who comes to a beeg ceety, just like New York, and falls een love wees a leetle boy from Brookleen. We hope you like eet.' Then, when she was all done whispering and being cute as hell, she'd sing some dopey song, half in English and half in French, and drive all the phonies in the place mad with joy. ↗

— J.D. Salinger

#jd-salinger #love

Royal Young’s memoir is about a dreamer, set in the post- apocalyptic celebrity world of today, and Young, who grew up in New York — like Holden Caulfield if he wanted to be famous — is looking for adventure and action and becomes entangled in all sorts of romantic and sordid relationships. He points out the perplexing tragedy (and good fortune, I think) of what it means to be talented and rebellious, but not a celebrity. ↗

— Lily Koppel

#rebels #romance #salinger-catcher-rye #relationship