Who wants flowers when you’re dead? Nobody.

I just want to express my sadness that J.D Salinger died a couple of days ago. Thank you for producing a piece of literature that will stick with me forever.

You know you have done well when something you have done has created such an impact like ‘Catcher in the Rye’ that it will live on way after your time here to people you have never met but yet have influenced so much.

“I thought what I’d do was, I’d pretend I was one of those deaf-mutes. That way I wouldn’t have to have any god damn stupid, useless conversations with anybody. If anybody wanted to tell me something, they’d have to write it on a piece of paper and shove it over to me. They’d get bored as hell doing that after a while, and then I’d be through with having conversations for the rest of my life.”

“Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.”

“I hope to hell that when I do die somebody has the sense to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetary. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you’re dead? Nobody.”
“If a girl looks swell when she meets you, who gives a damn if she’s late? Nobody.”

“I’m sick of just liking people. I wish to God I could meet somebody I could respect.”

“’Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody’s around – nobody big, I mean – except me. And I’m standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff – I mean if they’re running and they don’t look where they’re going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That’s all I’d do all day. I’d just be the catcher in the rye and all.”

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