Stranded in this mill town railroad yard while the whole world was converging elsewhere, we seemed to be nothing but children playing… — 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
“What deceived me was my own happiness; for peace is indivisible, and the surrounding world confusion found no reflection inside me.” — John Knowles Copy Share Image
Peace is indivisible, and the surrounding world confusion found no reflection inside me. — John Knowles Copy Share Image
This was the tree, and it seemed to me standing there to resemble those men, the giants of your childhood, whom you… — John Knowles Copy Share Image
“I didn't know why he had chosen me, why it was only to me that he could show the most humbling sides… — 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
