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“I do like him. I'm sick of just liking people. I wish to God I could meet somebody I could respect....

.... Listen, don't hate me because I can't remember some person immediately. Especially when they look like everybody else, and talk and dress and act like everybody else." Franny made her voice stop. It sounded to her caviling and bitchy, and she felt a wave of self-hatred that, quite literally, made her forehead begin to perspire again. But her voice picked up again, in spite of herself. "I don't mean there's anything horrible about him or anything like that. It's just that for four solid years I've kept seeing Wally Campbells wherever I go. I know when they're going to be charming, I know when they're going to start telling you some really nasty gossip about some girl that lives in your dorm, I know when they're going to ask me what I did over the summer, I know when they're going to pull up a chair and straddle it backward and start bragging in a terribly, terribly quiet voice--or name-dropping in a terribly quiet, casual voice. There's an unwritten law that people in a certain social or financial bracket can name-drop as much as they like just as long as they say something terribly disparaging about the person as soon as they've dropped his name—that he's a bastard or a nymphomaniac or takes dope all the time, or something horrible." She broke off again. She was quiet for a moment, turning the ashtray in her fingers.

Franny quickly tipped her cigarette ash, then brought the ashtray an inch closer to her side of the table. "I'm sorry. I'm awful," she said. "I've just felt so destructive all week. It's awful, I'm horrible.”
― J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey

“Against my better judgment I feel certain that somewhere very near here—the first house down the road, maybe—there's a good poet dying, but also somewhere very near here somebody's having a hilarious pint of pus taken from her lovely young body, and I can't be running back and forth forever between grief and high delight.”
― J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey

“As a matter of simple logic, there's no difference at all, that I can see, between the man who's greedy for material treasure —or even intellectual treasure â€� and the man who's greedy for spiritual treasure. As you say, treasure's treasure, God damn it, and it seems to me that ninety percent of all the world-hating saints in history were just as acquisitive and unattractive, basically, as the rest of us are.”
― J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey

“Everything everybody does is so - I don’t know - not wrong, or even mean, or even stupid necessarily. But just so tiny and meaningless and - sad-making. And the worst part is, if you go bohemian or something crazy like that, you’re conforming just as much as everybody else, only in a different way.”
― J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey

“...I'm sick of it. I'm sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody. I'm sick of myself and everybody else that wants to make some kind of a splash.”
― J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey

“We're the tattooed lady, and we're never going to have a minute's peace, the rest of our lives, until everybody else is tattooed, too.”
― J.D. Salinger

“I'm sick to death of being the heavy in everybody's life.”
― J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey

“I make everybody feel that he doesn't really want to do any good work but that he just wants to get work done that will be thought good by everyone he knows...”
― J.D. Salinger

“Dunyada hos seyler de var -hakikaten hos seyler yani. Hepsini birden iskalayacak kadar da salagiz biz. Olup biten her seyi hemen o sefil kucuk egolarimiza gonderiyoruz mutemadiyen.”
― J. D. Salinger

“In a matter of only a few seconds, in fact, her eyes appeared to jettison everything that was dark and heavy and to glow with fan-club appreciation.”
― J.D. Salinger

“Thirty-seven of them will be about shy, reclusive pennsylvania dutch lesbian who wants to write, told first-person by a lecherous hired hand. In dialect.”
― J.D. Salinger

“You’ve got a goddamn bug today—you know that? What the hell’s the matter with you anyway?"
Franny quickly tipped her cigarette ash, then brought the ashtray an inch closer to her side of the table. "I’m sorry. I’m awful," she said. "I’ve just felt so destructive all week. It’s awful. I’m horrible."
"Your letter didn’t sound so goddamn destructive."
Franny nodded solemnly. She was looking at a little warm blotch of sunshine, about the size of a poker chip, on the tablecloth. "I had to strain to write it," she said.”
― J.D. Salinger

“Ve, isin kotu tarafi da, bohem takildiginda ya da bunun gibi bir cilginlik yaptiginda, sen de herkes kadar duzene ayak uydurmus oluyorsun, sadece bicim farki var.”
― J. D. Salinger

“All you have to have in the beginning is quantity. Then, later on, it becomes quality by itself.”
― J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey

“«Mais tu ferais mieux de t’y mettre tout de suite, ma fille. On a à peine le temps de faire un mouvement que le sablier est déjà vide, tu sais. Crois-moi, je sais de quoi je parle. Tu auras eu de la veine si tu trouves le temps d’éternuer dans ce monde incroyable.»”
― J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey

“Ä°sa duasının tek ama tek bir amacı vardır. O da, duayı okuyan insanı Hazreti Ä°sa Bilinciyle donatmak. Yoksa, şöyle sıcacık, kibirli bir buluÅŸma yeri kurup, içine de seni kollarına alarak bütün ödevlerinden azad edecek ve bütün o pis dünyevi dertlerini ve Profesör Tupperlarını bir daha geri gelmeyecekleri ÅŸekilde defedecek şöyle yapış yapış, muhteÅŸem bir göksel ÅŸahsiyet koymak deÄŸil onun amacı.”
― J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey

“Aslında fikir ÅŸu, er veya geç, dua dudaklardan ve baÅŸtan kalpteki bir merkeze iniyor ve, kalp atışlarıyla tam bir uyum halinde, kiÅŸinin otomatik bir iÅŸlevi oluyor. Derken, bir süre sonra, dua bir kez kalpte otomatik hale geldi mi, o kiÅŸinin eÅŸyanın gerçekliÄŸi denen ÅŸeye girmesi beklenir. Bu konu her iki kitapta da ortaya atılmıyor aslında, ama, DoÄŸu terimleriyle söylersek, bedende çakra adı verilen yedi hassas nokta vardır ve bunlardan kalple en yakından baÄŸlantılı olanına da anahata adı verilir ki, bunun korkunç duyarlı ve güçlü olduÄŸu kabul edilir ve harekete geçirildiÄŸi zaman da bu, kendi adına, iki kaÅŸ arasında yer alan ve acna adı verilen bir baÅŸka merkezi harekete geçirir-bu, epifiz bezidir aslında, daha doÄŸrusu epifiz bezinin etrafını saran bir auradır- ve ardından- tombala, mistiklerin 'üçüncü göz' adını verdikleri bir açılma olur...Hindistan'da Allah bilir kaç yüzyıldır capam diye bilinen bir ÅŸeydir bu. Capam, Tanrının beÅŸeri adlarından herhangi birinin tekrarlanmasıdır. Ya da onun insan ya da hayvan biçiminde yeryüzünde vücut bulmalarına- iÅŸin tekniÄŸine girersen, avatarlara- verilen adların tekrarlanması. Bunun ardında yatan düşünce ÅŸu ki, bu adı yeterince söylersen, eninde sonunda bir cevap alacaksın demektir. Tam cevap da deÄŸil aslında, bir karşılık”
― J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey

“yani bütün bu gerçekten ileri ve kesinlikle ÅŸarlatan olmayan din adamlarının hepsi diyorlar ki, Tanrının adını sürekli tekrarlarsan, bir ÅŸey olur diyorlar”
― J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey

“Be', proprio così, -insistette. - Perché non ti sposi?
Abbandonando la sua posizione, Zooey prese dalla tasca posteriore dei calzoni un fazzoletto piegato, [...] e disse: - Mi piace troppo viaggiare in treno. Quando sei sposato non puoi più sederti vicino l finestrino.”
― J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey

“Si has de entablar una guerra contra el Sistema, dispara como una chica buena e inteligente: porque el enemigo está ahí, y no porque te disgusta su peinado o su maldita corbata" Zooey”
― J. D. Salinger

“No hay ninguna oración de ninguna religión del mundo que justifique la mojigatería”
― J. D. Salinger

“En el mundo hay cosas bonitas. Y quiero decir bonitas. Somos imbéciles al desviarnos de ellas. Siempre, siempre relacionando cada maldita cosa que ocurre con nuestros asquerosos y pequeños egos”
― J. D. Salinger

“Mrs. Glass watched him pull it on. She didn't stay for the tying of the lace, however.
Instead, she left the room.”
― J.D. Salinger

“Mrs. Glass directed a long and oddly comprehensive look at his profile. “He’s a young boy not out of college yet. And you make people nervous, young man,â€� she saidâ€� most equably, for her. “You either take to somebody or you don’t. If you do, then you do all the talking and nobody can even get a word in edgewise. If you don’t like somebodyâ€� which is most of the time —then you just sit around like death itself and let the person talk themself into a hole. I’ve seen you do it.”
― J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey

“It's like being in a lunatic asylum and having another patient all dressed up as a doctor come over to you and start taking your pulse or something.... It's just awful. He talks and talks and talks.”
― J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey

“Abruptly, then, and very quickly, she went in the farthest and most anonymous-looking of the seven or eight enclosures-which, by luck, didn’t require a coin for entrance-closed the door behind her, and, with some little difficulty, manipulated the bolt to a locked position. Without any apparent regard to the suchness of her environment, she sat down. She brought her knees together very firmly, as if to make herself a smaller, more compact unit. Then she placed her hands, vertically, over her eyes and pressed the heels hard, as though to paralyze the optic nerve and drown all images into a voidlike black. Her extended fingers, though trembling or because they were trembling, looked oddly graceful and pretty. She held that tense, almost fetal position for a suspensory moment-then broke down. She cried for fully five minutes. She cried without trying to suppress any of the noisier manifestations of grief and confusion with all the convulsive throat sounds that a hysterical child makes when the breath is trying to get up through a partly closed epiglottis. And yet, when finally she stopped, she merely stopped without the painful, knifelike intakes of breath that usually follow a violent outburst-inburst. When she stopped, it was as though some momentous change of polarity had taken place inside her mind, one that had an immediate, pacifying effect on her body.”
― J. D. Salinger

“I'm sick of just liking people. I wish to God I could meet somebody I could respect.”
― Salinger J D