Keep me up till five because all your stars are out, and for no other reasonโฆOh dare to do it Buddy! Trust your heart. Youโre a deserving craftsman. It would never betray you. Good night. Iโm feeling very much over-excited now, and a little dramatic, but I think Iโd give almost anything on earth to see you writing a something, an anything, a poem, a tree, that was really and truly after your own heart.
J. D. SalingerAnd the old horror of being a professional writer, and the usual stench of words that goes with it, is begining to drive me out of my seat. (Buddy)
J. D. SalingerShe's quite skinny, like me, but nice skinny. Roller-skate skinny. I watched her once from the window when she was crossing over Fifth Avenue to go to the park, and that's what she is, roller-skate skinny. You'd like her.
J. D. SalingerAfter I go out this door, I may only exist in the minds of all my acquaintancesโฆI may be an orange peel.
J. D. SalingerThe rest, with very little exaggeration, was books. Meant-to-be-picked-up books. Permanently-left-behind books. Uncertain-what-to-do-with books. But books, books. Tall cases lined three walls of the room, filled to and beyond capacity. The overflow had been piled in stacks on the floor. There was little space left for walking, and none whatever for pacing.
J. D. Salinger