“As I had to do whenever I glimpsed this river, I thought of Phineas. Not of the tree and pain, but of one of his favorite tricks, Phineas in exaltation, balancing on one foot on the prow of a canoe like a river god, his raised arms invoking the air to support him, face transfigured, body a complex set of balances and compensations, each muscle aligned in perfection with all the others to maintain this supreme fantasy of achievement, his skin glowing from immersions, his whole body hanging between river and sky as though he had transcended gravity and might by gently pushing upward with his foot glide a little way higher and remain suspended in space, encompassing all the glory of the summer and offering it to the sky.” TreeGeneA Separate PeaceJohn KnowlesPhineas Author:John Knowles
“I saw on the pad not an operator's number from my home town, but one which seemed to interrupt the beating of my heart.” TreeGeneA Separate PeaceJohn KnowlesPhineas Author:John Knowles
“Must like the rest of us on the surface, he had an underlying obliging and considerate strain which barred him from being a really important member of the class. You had to be rude at least sometimes and edgy often to be credited with "personality," and without that accolade no one at Devon could be anyone. No one, with the exception of course of Phineas.” TreeGeneA Separate PeaceJohn KnowlesPhineas Author:John Knowles
“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.” MenWayYearsAgePeaceGrowthTreeChildhoodStandingRelationGiantsEncountersStanding ThereSeparate PeaceDemotion Book:A Separate Peace Source: A Separate Peace
“Nothing endures. Not a tree. Not love. Not even death by violence.” ViolenceTreeEndureSeparate Peace Book:A Separate Peace Source: A Separate Peace
“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.” ViolenceTreeChangedEndure Author:John Knowles