He loved people who stepped on his feet. He loved noisy girls.
—J.D. Salinger, “Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters” (1955)
I find it magnificent how beautiful, loose ends find each other in the world if one only waits with decent patience, resilience, and quite blind strength.
—J.D. Salinger, “Hapworth 16, 1924” (1965)
If you want to look at my feet, say so," said the young man. "But don’t be a God-damned sneak about it.
—J.D. Salinger, “A Perfect Day for Bananafish” (via phyllis-dietrichson)
I have scars on my hands from touching certain people.
—J.D. Salinger, Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters (via therealchristianslater)
Memory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects, longer than knowing even wonders.
—William Faulkner, Light in August (via theunquotables)
The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life.
—William Faulkner (via photoencounters)
I feel like a wet seed wild in the hot blind earth.
—William Faulkner, “As I Lay Dying” (via xu-an)
What I really hated, of course, was my mind. There must be an off switch somewhere, but I was damned if I could find it.
—David Sedaris (via verbosit-y)
Fate or accident had tripped these people up and broken them apart.
—"Naked", David Sedaris (via ktmchakra)