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1 2 3457 (8910?11121. dont ever tell anybody anything. if you do, you start missing everybody.2.i dont even know1 remember what should be remembered, and forget what should be forgotten. alter what is changeable, and accept what is mutable.2 apart from tears, only time could wear everything away. while feeling is being processed bytime, conflicts would be reconciled as time goes by, just like a cup of tea that is being continuously diluted.3 4 wisdom appears in contradiction to itself, which is a trick life plays on philosophy of life.5girls always look on themselves as proud princesses, with the exception of a small number of either extremely ugly or exceedingly smart ones.5 it can be inferred that you lack confidence in a victory over your rivals from the fact that youre irritable against them.6 from that you would get angry with your friends, we can conclude you still care about the friendship between you.8some may be wicked, and some may be despicable. only when i put myself in their position did i know they are more miserable than i. so forgive all that you have met, no matter what kind of persons they are.9you couldnt see my tears cause i am in the water. fish said to water. but i could feel your tears cause you are in me. answered water.10 1112 when you were born, youre crying but lookers-on were smiling. when you are passing away, youre smiling but lookers-on are crying.13man might think that few women fit him before his marriage, and contrarily when they get married.14.among thousands of people, you meet those youve met. through thousands of years, with the boundlessness of time, you happen to meet them, neither earlier nor a bit too late.15:,everyone has his inherent ability (power or capacity?) which is easily concealed by hobbits, blurred by time, and eroded by laziness (or inertia).16be sure that you have never had any regrets in your life which only lasts for a few decades. laugh or cry as you like, and its meaningless to oppress yourself.17a true love is what doesnt strive for business, for extravagance, for luxury, and moreover for hokum.18its true that we have been leading a difficult life, for we need not only to be under various external pressures, but also to be in the face of internal perplexities. you would be affected by the warmth of life if someone gives you an understanding look during your bitter struggle. even a mere glance would make you moved and inspired.12345678910 11121314.15:,.161718the catcher in the kye-salingerall those ivy league bastards look alike. my father wants me to go to yale, or maybe princeton, but i swear, i wouldnt go to one of those ivy league colleges if i was dying, for gods sake.the more expensive a school is, the more crooks it has.i dont like to see old guys in their pajamas and bathrobes anyway. their bumpy old chests are always showing.he also started picking his nose. he made out like he was only pinching it, but he was really getting the old thumb right in there.where i have my hand on your back, if i think there isnt anything underneath my hand- no can, no legs, no feet, no anything- then the girls really a terrific dancer.i swear to god. if i were a piano player or an actor or something and all those dopes thought i was terrific, id hate it. i wouldnt even want them to clap for me. people always clap for the wrong things. if i was a piano player, id play it in the goddamn closetin a funny way, though, i felt sort of sorry when he was finished. i dont even think he knows any more when hes playing right or not. it isnt all his fault, i partly blame all those dopes that clap their heads offtheyd foul up anybody, if you gave them a chance.a womans body is like a violin and all, and that it takes a terrific musician to play it right.if somebody knows quite a lot about those things, it takes you quite a while to find out whether theyre really stupid or not.if a girl looks swell when she meets you, who gives a damn if shes late? these intellectual guys dont like to have an intellectual conversation with you unless theyre running the whole thing.i didnt have anything else to do, so i kept sitting on the radiator and counting these little white squares on the floor.that killed me. her middle name is josephine, for gods sake, notweatherfield. she doesnt like it, though. every time i see her shes got a new middle name for herselfold phoebe said something then, but i couldnt hear her. she had the side of her mouth right smack on the pillow, and i couldnt hear her.people are mostly hot to have a discussion when youre not.i thought the carrousel was closed in the wintertime, old phoebe said. it was the first time she practically said anything. she probably forgot she was supposed to be sore at me.maybe because its around christmas, i said.she didnt say anything when i said that. she probably remembered she was supposed to be sore at me.i thought what id do was, id pretend i was one of those deaf-mutes. that way i wouldnt have to have any goddam stupid useless conversations with anybody. if anybody wanted to tell me something, theyd have to write it on a piece of paper and shove it over meid build me a little cabin somewhere with the dough i made and live there for the rest of my life id have this rule that nobody could do anything phony when they visited me. if anybody tried to do anything phony, they couldnt stay.its full of phonies, and all you do is study so that you can learn enough to be smart enough to be able to buy a goddam cadillac some day, and you have to keep making believe you give a damn if the football team loses, and all you do is talk about girls and liquor and sex all day, and everybody sticks together in these dirty little goddam cliques.im always saying glad tove met you to somebody im not at all glad i met.some people you shouldnt kid, even if they deserve it.what i like best is a book thats at least funny once in a while what really knocks me out is a book that, when youre all done reading it, you wishthe author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it.byesboy, it began to rain like a bastard. in buckets, i swear to god. all the