Teenagers today are more free to be themselves and to accept themselves.
We were careless and wild, and I suppose we could be thought of as a sign of the life the war was being fought to preserve.
They too seemed permanent and never-changing, an untouched unreachable world high in space...
Yes, he had practically saved my life. He had also practically lost it for me.
It was as though they felt it was especially unfair that it should strike one of the sixteen-year-olds, one of the few young men who could be free and happy in the summer of 1942.
There was no latent snobbery in us; we didn’t find any in them. It was only that we could feel a deep and sincere difference between us and them, a difference which everyone struggled with awkward fortitude to bridge.
No one cared, no one exercised any real discipline over us; we were on our own.
I felt better. Yes, I sensed it like the sweat of relief when nausea passes away; I felt better. We were even after all, even in enmity. The deadly rivalry was on both sides after all.
Because it was what you had in your heart that counted.
My aid alone had never seemed to him in the category of help. The reason for this occurred to me as the procession moved slowly across the brilliant foyer to the doors; Phineas had thought of me as an extension of himself.
If only I had truly taken advantage of the situation, seized and held and prized the multitudes of advantages the summer offered me; if only I had.
I began at that point the emotional examination to note how far my convalescence had gone – I was taller, bigger generally in relation to these stairs, I had more money and success and “security” than in the days when specters seemed to go up and down with me.
It is the beauty of small areas of order – a large heard, a group of trees, three similar dormitories, a circle of old houses – living together in contentious harmony.
There were several trees bleakly reaching into the fog. Any one of them might have been the one I was looking for.
Yet here was a scattered grove of trees, none of them of any particular grandeur.
When they torpedo the troopship,” he shouted, “ you can’t stand around admiring the view. Jump!
You didn’t shame anybody into anything.” “Oh yes I did. I’m good for you that way. You have a tendency to back away from things otherwise.
There isn’t any question that we are conforming in every possible way to everything that’s happening and everything that’s going to happen.
All foreign lands are inaccessible except to servicemen; they are vague, distant, and sealed off as though behind a curtain of plastic.
Sentivo che non ero, non ero mai stato e non sarei mai stato una parte vivente di questo mondo straordinariamente solido e profondamente significativo che mi circonda.
To slam the door impulsively on the past, to shed everything down to my last bit of clothing, to break the pattern of my life – that complex design I had been weaving since birth with all its dark threads, its unexplainable symbols set against a conventional background of domestic white and schoolboy blue, all those tangled strands which required the dexterity of a virtuoso to keep flowing – I yearned to take giant military shears to it, snap! bitten off in an instant...