Nothing Endures. Not A Tree. Not Love.

The Summer Of 1943 At Exeter Was As Happy A Time As I Ever Had In My Life.

Sarcasm Is The Protest Of The Weak.

Always Say Some Prayers At Night Because It Might Turn Out That There Is A God.

Young People In My Generation Were Sort Of In Lockstep, And It Wasn't Just The '40s, Either. In The '30s And In The '50s It Was The Same. No One Ever Dropped Out Unless He Got Sick Or Got Kicked Out.

I Lost Part Of Myself To Him Then, And A Soaring Sense Of Freedom Revealed That This Must Have Been My Purpose From The First: To Become A Part Of Phineas.