Exeter was, I suspect, more crucial in my life than in the lives of most members of my class, and conceivably, than in the lives of almost anyone else who ever attended the school.

Peace is indivisible, and the surrounding world confusion found no reflection inside me.

It was hard to remember in the heavy and sensual clarity of these mornings; I forgot whom I hated and who hated me. I wanted to break out crying from stabs of hopeless joy, or intolerable promise, or because these mornings were too full of beauty for me, because I knew of too much hate to be contained in a world like this.

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

Teenagers today are more free to be themselves and to accept themselves.

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.

Looking back now across fifteen years I could see with great clarity the fear I had lived in, which must mean that in the interval I had succeeded in a very important undertaking: I must have made my escape from it.