It is a sad day when one looks back and sees that his largest regrets have become some of the most integral elements of his dreams.

I felt that I was not, never had been and never would be a living part of this overpoweringly solid and deeply meaningful world around me.

As I said, this was my sarcastic summer. It was only long after that I recognized sarcasm as the protest of people who are weak.

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.

It is a sad day when one looks back and sees that his largest regrets have become some of the most integral elements of his dreams.

The summer of 1943 at Exeter was as happy a time as I ever had in my life.

This was the tree, and it seemed to me standing there to resemble those men, the giants of your childhood, whom you encounter years later and find that they are not merely smaller in relation to your growth, but they are absolutely smaller, shrunken by age. In this double demotion the old giants have become pygmies while you were looking the other way.