It did not seem to them that anything that could happen in the future could blot out the wonder and beauty of the thing that had happened. - Sherwood Anderson

The eighteen years he has lived seem but a moment, a breathing space in the long march of humanity. Already he hears death calling. With all his heart he wants to come close to some other human, touch someone with his hands, be touched by the hand of another.

Something seemed to open out. There was a little inner world created, always, every day, being re-created, and in it there was a kind of new security.

In youth there are always two forces fighting in people. The warm unthinking little animal struggles against the thing that reflects and remembers