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“Keep me up till five because all your stars are out, and for no other reason…Oh dare to do it Buddy! Trust your heart. You’re a deserving craftsman. It would never betray you. Good night. I’m feeling very much over-excited now, and a little dramatic, but I think I’d give almost anything on earth to see you writing a something, an anything, a poem, a tree, that was really and truly after your own heart.”

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J. D. Salinger
J. D. Salinger

J. D. Salinger was an American writer renowned for his reclusive personality and his seminal novel, 'The Catcher in the Rye'. Born on January 1, 1919, Salinger lived much of his life in seclusion, rarely engaging with the public. His novel, published in 1951, became an instant classic and a cornerstone of American literature. Salinger's writing is characterized by its introspective and complex depiction of teenage alienation and angst. more

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