The Summer Of 1943 At Exeter Was

But I Was Used To Finding Something Deadly In Things That Attracted Me; There Was Always Something Deadly Lurking In Anything I Wanted, Anything I Loved.

Sarcasm... The Protest Of Those Who Are Weak.

The Best Teaching I Ever Experienced Was At Exeter. Yale Was A Distinct Letdown Afterward.

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.

What I Mean Is, I Love Winter, And When You Really Love Something, Then It Loves You Back, In Whatever Way It Has To Love.