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“However contradictory the coroner's report — whether he pronounces Consumption or Loneliness or Suicide to be the cause of death — isn't it plain how the true artist-seer actually dies? I say that the true artist-seer, the heavenly fool who can and does produce beauty, is mainly dazzled to death by his own scruples, the blinding shapes and colors of his own sacred human conscience.”

Quote by J. D. Salinger

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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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