“The American novelist, who died last year at the age of 91, was regularly described as “reclusive”. This didn’t mean that he lived in a log cabin, shot squirrels for lunch and shouted at anyone who came too close. “Reclusive” here means that he avoided literary parties, didn’t give interviews and never popped up on television or in lecture halls rattling on about himself. Salinger was, then, what writers were once supposed to be: self-effacing, a bit mysterious, insistent that it was his work rather than his personality that mattered.” —Salinger: a burger-lover in the rye | Kathryn Hughes | The Guardian
- My life's ambition: to one day be an inebriate who sits on street corners in an old overcoat, randomly mumbling and then, Tourettes-like, suddenly shouting "I used to be someone!" Even though I never was.