All men lead their lives behind a wall of misunderstanding they have themselves built and most men die in silence and unnoticed behind the walls. Now… - Sherwood Anderson

There is a time in the life of every boy when he for the first time takes the backward view of life. Perhaps that is the moment when he crosses the line into manhood. The boy is walking through the street of his town. He is thinking of the future and of the figure he will cut in the world. Ambitions and regrets awake within him. Suddenly something happens; he stops under a tree and waits as for a voice calling his name. Ghosts of old things creep into his consciousness; the voices outside of himself whisper a message concerning the limitations of life. From being quite sure of himself and his future he becomes not at all sure. If he be an imaginative boy a door is torn open and for the first time he looks out upon the world, seeing, as though they marched in procession before him, the countless figures of men who before his time have come out of nothingness into the world, lived their lives and again disappeared into nothingness. The sadness of sophistication has come to the boy. With a little gasp he sees himself as merely a leaf blown by the wind through the streets of his village. He knows that in spite of all the stout talk of his fellows he must live and die in uncertainty, a thing blown by the winds, a thing destined like corn to wilt in the sun.

Only the few know the sweetness of the twisted apples.

Eğer başıma bir şey gelirse, benim yazamadığım kitabı sen yazarsın belki. Fikir çok basit, o kadar basit ki, dikkat etmezsen unutabilirsin. Fikir şu -dünyadaki herkes İsa'nın ta kendisi ve bütün hepsi de çarmıhlara gerili. Anlatmak istediğim bu. Sakın unutma. Ne olursa olsun, bunu sakın unutayım deme.