“Last night as your breathing settled into sleep what I heard was the half-forgotten sound, the velvet rush and hiss, the automatic click as the record player's arm runs out, is brushed away at the record's centre, the pulse of… — 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
