#the catcher in the rye
Puddles in the street
with gasoline rainbows
in them
‘You know that song “If a body catch a body comin’ through the rye”? I’d like -’
‘It’s “If a body meet a body coming through the rye”!’ old Phoebe said. ‘It’s a poem. By Robert Burns.’
(…)
‘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. I know it’s crazy, but that’s the only thing I’d really like to be.’
J.D.Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye
Casually stumbled upon these cover ideas from like 2017?? I was just thinking ABT them the other day I should totally draw these
“When I look at my old pictures, all I can see is what I used to be but am no longer. I think: What I can see is what I am not.”
Aleksandar Hemon, The Lazarus Project
Can you die if you’ve never lived?
Uncertainty deeply rooted in mistrust of self/ sprouts and callously lies on my brain’s top shelf
“I’m always saying ‘Glad to’ve met you’ to somebody I’m not at all glad I met. If you want to stay alive, you have to say that stuff, though.”
–J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye