"Boy, when you’re dead, they really fix you up. I hope to hell when I do die somebody has sense enough to just dump me in the river or something. Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery. People coming and putting a bunch of flowers on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap. Who wants flowers when you’re dead?"
(Holden Caulfield em O Apanhador no Campo de Centeio)
Morreu J. D. Salinger, aos 91 anos.
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