Week 105 of our regular morning feature here at Friedman of the Plains Worldwide in which we highlight the great words and works of great men and women, as well as those who are insufferable, delusional, and even fictional.
This Week J.D. Salinger
“Poets are always taking the weather so personally. They're always sticking their emotions in things that have no emotions.” — Nine Stories
Bonus Salinger:
“Against my better judgment I feel certain that somewhere very near here—the first house down the road, maybe—there's a good poet dying, but also somewhere very near here somebody's having a hilarious pint of pus taken from her lovely young body, and I can't be running back and forth forever between grief and high delight.” — Franny and Zooey
Wordsworth replied, "I wandered lonely as a cloud ..."