God almighty, Franny," he said. "If you're going to say the Jesus Prayer, at least say it to Jesus, and not to St. Francis and Seymour and Heidi's grandfather all wrapped up in one. Keep him in mind if you say it, and him only, and him as he was and not as you'd like him to have been.

— J.D. Salinger

God bless ladies with costly, tasteful clothes and touching, dirty fingernails that champion gifted, foreign poets and decorate the library in beautiful, melancholy fashion! My God, this universe is nothing to snicker at!

— J.D. Salinger

Goddam money. It always ends up making you blue as hell

— J.D. Salinger

God, how I still love private readers. It’s what we all used to be.

— J.D. Salinger

Grand. There's a word I really hate. It's a phony. I could puke every time I hear it.

— J.D. Salinger

He laughed, and the others laughed with him, except Babe, who resented slightly that what he felt so deeply could be reduced to a humor.

— J.D. Salinger

He once told Allie and me that if he'd had to shoot anybody, he wouldn't've known which direction to shoot in. He said the Army was practically as full of bastards as the Nazis were.

— J.D. Salinger

Her joke of a name aside, her general prettiness aside, she was, in terms of permanently memorable, immoderately perceptive, small-area faces, a stunning and final girl.

— J.D. Salinger

Her sample drawings were clipped, rather subordinate, to her photograph. All of them were arresting. One of them was unforgettable. The unforgettable one was done in florid wash colors, with a caption that read: 'Forgive Them Their Trespasses.' It showed three small boys fishing in an odd-looking body of water, one of their jackets draped over a 'No Fishing!' sign. The tallest boy, in the foreground of the picture, appeared to have rickets in one leg and elephantiasis in the other--an effect, it was clear, that Miss Kramer had deliberately used to show that the boy was standing with his feet slightly apart.

— J.D. Salinger

He said you were the only one who was bitter about S.'s suicide and the only one who really forgave him for it. The rest of us, he said, were outwardly bitter and inwardly unforgiving.

— J.D. Salinger