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.

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.

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

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

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

But something held me back. Perhaps I was stopped by that level of feeling, deeper than thought, which contains the truth.

There was no harm in taking aim, even if the target was a dream.