Some Salinger Inspiration


So, here is a quick post that I have wanted to make since I started this. Since I’ve been so busy, this is a post I can get finished! So I LOVE to read and one of my favorite books (other than East of Eden by Steinbeck, Ishmael by Daniel Quinn, among MANY others) is Franny and Zooey by Salinger. I find it incredibly relatable and it is a relatively short read as two combined short stories. I am Franny, essentially it is the story of her mental breakdown because of her disenfranchisement with the rest of the world. Here are some of my favorite quotes from the novella via goodreads:

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

“I’m just sick of ego, ego, ego. My own and everybody else’s. I’m sick of everybody that wants to get somewhere, do something distinguished and all, be somebody interesting. It’s disgusting.”

“It’s everybody, I mean. Everything everybody does is so — I don’t know — not wrong, or even mean, or even stupid necessarily. But just so tiny and meaningless and — sad-making. And the worst part is, if you go bohemian or something crazy like that, you’re conforming just as much only in a different way.”

“I don’t know what good it is to know so much and be smart as whips and all if it doesn’t make you happy.”

“She was not one for emptying her face of expression. ”

“You’re lucky if you get time to sneeze in this goddam phenomenal world.”

“I’m not afraid to compete. It’s just the opposite. Don’t you see that? I’m afraid I will compete — that’s what scares me. That’s why I quit the Theatre Department. Just because I’m so horribly conditioned to accept everybody else’s values, and just because I like applause and people to rave about me, doesn’t make it right. I’m ashamed of it. I’m sick of it. I’m sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody. I’m sick of myself and everybody else that wants to make some kind of a splash.”

“Sometimes I see me dead in the rain.”

“I don’t think it would have all got me quite so down if just once in a while—just once in a while—there was at least some polite little perfunctory implication that knowledge should lead to wisdom, and that if it doesn’t, it’s just a disgusting waste of time! But there never is! You never even hear any hints dropped on a campus that wisdom is supposed to be the goal of knowledge. You hardly ever even hear the word ‘wisdom’ mentioned!”

“Your heart, Bessie, is an autumn garage.”

“Listen, don’t hate me because I can’t remember some person immediately. Especially when they look like everybody else, and talk and dress and act like everybody else….I don’t mean there’s anything horrible about him or anything like that. It’s just that for four solid years I’ve kept seeing Wally Campbells wherever I go. I know when they’re going to be charming, I know when they’re going to start telling you some really nasty gossip about some girl that lives in your dorm, I know when they’re going to ask me what I did over the summer, I know when they’re going to pull up a chair and straddle it backward and start bragging in a terribly, terribly quiet voice–or name-dropping in a terribly quiet, casual voice. There’s an unwritten law that people in a certain social or financial bracket can name-drop as much as they like just as long as they say something terribly disparaging about the person as soon as they’ve dropped his name—that he’s a bastard or a nymphomaniac or takes dope all the time, or something horrible.”

“I just never felt so fantastically rocky in my entire life.”

“Listen, I don’t care what you say about my race, creed, or religion, Fatty, but don’t tell me I’m not sensitive to beauty. That’s my Achilles’ heel, and don’t you forget it. To me, everything is beautiful. Show me a pink sunset, and I’m limp, by God. Anything. Peter Pan. Even before the curtain goes up at Peter Pan I’m a goddamn puddle of tears.”

“In the first place, you’re way off when you start railing at things and people instead of at yourself. ”

“My god, there’s absolutely nothing tenth-rate about you, and yet you’re up to your neck at this minute in tenth-rate thinking.”

AND finally, my absolute favorites by Franny:

“I’m sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody.”

“And I can’t be running back and fourth forever between grief and high delight.”

Thank you J.D. Salinger for the gem of this book and for the comfort and joy it brings me every time I crack it open and read it time and time again. 


Happiness: The Little Things

I recently found a notebook with a list of the little things that make me happy. I have a million different journals with a million different things in them, but this one was lost. I would like to continue to do this because it is incredibly helpful for me. I am still trying to cope with what has occurred the past week, but I am waiting to process it until after finals, so I will post then. Here is what was in this journal:


  • seeing the stars across the sky
  • laying in bed finally after a long day
  • finishing a good workout
  • the first glimpse of the beach or mountains on a long sought after vacation
  • taking off in an airplane
  • seeing the mountains or the beach when in an airplane
  • reaching the top of a mountain
  • waking up on a Saturday morning to light rain and thunder
  • breathing the cool, fall air
  • sitting on the beach in the hot sun with my feet in the sand
  • jumping over huge waves
  • laughing so hard your stomach hurts with the people you love
  • light jacket on a fall morning
  • thunderstorms you can see approaching
  • smell of rain in spring
  • birds chirping in the morning
  • sitting in front of the fire with family, watching football
  • looking at old pictures during happy times
  • waking up early to go to the airport to go on a vacation
  • first opening a hotel room door and laying on the freshly made bed
  • enjoying a book
  • watching an inspiring TED talk
  • when you find the perfect song to match your mood
  • not being able to stop smiling for whatever reason
  • driving with windows down, listening to summer music
  • packing for vacation
  • new clothes being worn for the first time


  • watching Planet Earth in the dark with the fire on
  • finishing a long-term project
  • cookie baking weekend with my family
  • seeing long-distance best friend for the first time in a while
  • getting a paycheck


  • a big thunderstorm
  • seeing Orrie (**RIP, puppy**) excited after coming home from school/trip
  • playing cards or dominos with my grandma and cousins
  • having all projects finished finally after long haul with school
  • going shopping when you have money to spend
  • Black Friday morning with cousins
  • finally eating Thanksgiving dinner
  • stockings on Christmas morning
  • watching Orrie open a present on Christmas
  • snuggling with Orrie


  • while running the last quarter mile of a tough workout
  • being smiled at by a stranger
  • getting a text from someone you haven’t talked to in a while
  • waking up in the middle of the night and thinking it is time to wake up, but realizing that you still have hours to sleep
  • Harry Potter movie marathons

This was so fun to do (reflect on, for all intents and purposes). I am definitely going to start doing this more often, because I am feeling much better.