One day, a long time from now you’ll cease to care anymore whom you please or what anybody has to say about you. That’s when you’ll finally produce the work you’re capable of.
—J.D. Salinger (via sorakeem)
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.
—J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via liquidnight)
…I’m a kind of paranoiac in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy.
—J. D. Salinger, Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters (via liquidnight)
She wasn’t doing a thing that I could see, except standing there, leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together.
—J.D. Salinger, “A Girl I Knew” (via liquidnight)