“I saw on the pad not an operator's number from my home town, but one which seemed to interrupt the beating of… — John Knowles Copy Share Image
“Now, in this winter of snow and crutches with Phineas, I begin to know that each morning reasserted the problems of the… — John Knowles Copy Share Image
“I think we reminded them of what peace was like, we boys of sixteen. We were registered with no draft board, we… — John Knowles Copy Share Image
“As I had to do whenever I glimpsed this river, I thought of Phineas. Not of the tree and pain, but of… — john knowles Copy Share Image
“Someone knocked me down; I pushed Brinker over a small slope; someone was trying to tackle me from behind. Everywhere there was… — john knowles Copy Share Image
“You have to do what you think is the right thing, but just make sure it's the right thing in the long… — John Knowles Copy Share Image
“Must like the rest of us on the surface, he had an underlying obliging and considerate strain which barred him from being… — john knowles Copy Share Image
There are special, strange gifted people in the world and they have to be treated with understanding — John Knowles Copy Share Image
It seemed clear that wars were not made by generations and their special stupidities, but that wars were made instead by something ignorant in… — John Knowles Copy Share Image
“I saw on the pad not an operator's number from my home town, but one which seemed to interrupt the beating of my heart.” — John Knowles Copy Share Image
“Sixteen is the key and crucial and natural age for a human being to be, and people of all other ages are ranged in… — John Knowles Copy Share Image
Stranded in this mill town railroad yard while the whole world was converging elsewhere, we seemed to be nothing but children playing among heroic… — John Knowles Copy Share Image
My father was in the coal business in West Virginia. Both dad and mother were, however, originally from Massachusetts; New England, to them, meant… — John Knowles Copy Share Image
It was hard to remember in the heavy and sensual clarity of these mornings; I forgot whom I hated and who hated me. I… — John Knowles Copy Share Image
