The summer of 1943 at Exeter was as happy a time as I ever had in my life.

Exeter was, I suspect, more crucial in my life than in the lives of most members of my class, and conceivably, than in the lives of almost anyone else who ever attended the school.

This is the first time in my life I've ever been happy, not completely happy, but happier than I've ever been.

I've danced one time in my life. It was the most mortifying experience I ever had.

All my life I wanted to be a bank robber. Carry a gun and wear a mask. Now that it's happened I guess I'm just about the best bank robber they ever had. And I sure am happy.

I had my life threatened by Bosnian Serbs on numerous occasions.