John Knowles
John Knowles
John Knowles was an American novelist best known for A Separate Peace. He died in 2001 at the age of 75...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth16 September 1926
CountryUnited States of America
peace separate-peace
So the more things stay the same, the more they change after all.
love-you mean winter
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.
running thinking long
You have to do what you think is the right thing, but just make sure it’s the right thing in the long run, and not just for the moment.
teenager today accepting
Teenagers today are more free to be themselves and to accept themselves.
prayer night might
Always say some prayers at night because it might turn out that there is a God.
peace men years
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.
immature affection demeaning
It was demeaning to scrape affection from virtually everyone you encountered. That was immature.
tone separate-peace force
the scornful force of his tone turned the word into a curse
desire purpose firsts
Gene, on the desire to be Finny: "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.
powerful mean past
Everyone has a moment in history which belongs particularly to him. It is the moment when his emotions achieve their most powerful sway over him, and afterward when you say to this person "the world today" or "life" or "reality" he will assume that you mean this moment, even if it is fifty years past. The world, through his unleashed emotions, imprinted itself upon him, and he carries the stamp of that passing moment forever.
sun born
We are all born equally far from the sun.
peace children men
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.
morning sleep night
I began to know that each morning reasserted the problems of night before, that sleep suspended all but changed nothing, that you couldn’t make yourself over between dawn and dusk.
tree violence endure
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.