Stranded in this mill town railroad yard while the whole world was converging elsewhere, we seemed to be nothing but children playing among heroic men.

There are special, strange gifted people in the world and they have to be treated with understanding

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.

All of them, all except Phineas, constructed at infinite cost to themselves these Maginot Lines against this enemy they thought they saw across the frontier, this enemy who never attacked that way-if he ever attacked at all; if he was indeed the enemy.

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.

So the more things remained the same, the more they changed after all. Nothing endures. Not love, not a tree, not even a death by violence.

So the more things remain the same, the more they change after all.