I think J.D. Salinger is correct in granting no interviews, and in making no speeches

My New Year’s Eve Toast: to all the devils, lusts, passions, greeds, envies, loves, hates, strange desires, enemies ghostly and real, the army of memories, with which I do battle — may they never give me peace. (New Year's Eve, 1947)

The night was a time for bestial affinities, for drawing closer to oneself.

But there were too many points at which the other self could invade the self he wanted to preserve, and there were too many forms of invasion: certain words, sounds, lights, actions his hands or feet performed, and if he did nothing at all, heard and saw nothing, the shouting of some triumphant inner voice that shocked him and cowed him.

I didn't hang around films. I don't know if I'd ever seen Hitchcock's The Lady Vanishes.

If people have bought something of mine, they know by now that I will decline writing it for the movies

When I am thickening my plots, I like to think 'What if ... What if ... ' Thus my imagination can move from the likely, which everyone can think of, to the unlikely-but-possible, my preferred plot.