Exeter was, I suspect, more crucial in my life than in the lives of most members of my class, and conceivably, than… — John Knowles Copy Share Image
“Under the influence not I know of he hardest cider but of his own inner joy at life for a moment as… — 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
“We were careless and wild, and I suppose we could be thought of as a sign of the life the war was… — John Knowles Copy Share Image
The summer of 1943 at Exeter was as happy a time as I ever had in my life. — John Knowles Copy Share Image
“In the deep, tacit way in which feeling becomes stronger than thought, I had always felt that the Devon School came into… — John Knowles Copy Share Image
I felt that I was not, never had been and never would be a living part of this overpoweringly solid and deeply… — John Knowles Copy Share Image
Life is fighting. In life, it's the look ahead that counts. We are all born equally far from the sun. There is… — 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
