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. SalingerI know he's dead! Don't you think I know that? I can still like him, though, can't I? Just because somebody's dead, you don't just stop liking them, for God's sake--especially if they were about a thousand times nicer than the people you know that're alive and all.
J. D. SalingerI'd never yell, "Good luck!" at anybody. It sounds terrible, when you think about it.
J. D. SalingerMy brother Allie had this left-handed fielder's mitt. he was left handed. The thing that was descriptive about it though, was that he had poems written all over the fingers and the pocket and everywhere. In green ink. He wrote them on it so that he'd have something to read when he was in the field and nobody was up to bat
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