The true poet has no choice of material. The material plainly chooses him, not he it.
J. D. SalingerIt's one of those places that are supposed to be very sophisticated and all, and the phonies are coming in the window.
J. D. SalingerI was six when I saw that everything was God, and my hair stood up, and all, Teddy said. It was on a Sunday, I remember. My sister was a tiny child then, and she was drinking her milk, and all of a sudden I saw that she was God and the milk was God. I mean, all she was doing was pouring God into God, if you know what I mean.
J. D. Salinger