“How old are you Johnny" she asked.Sixteen."And what's that-a boy or a man?"He laughed. "A boy in time of peace and a man in time of war.”

“The boy laughed, for he was a boy and not yet a man.”

“The Little Boy and the Old ManSaid the little boy, "Sometimes I drop my spoon."Said the old man, "I do that too."The little boy whispered, "I wet my pants."I do that too," laughed the little old man.Said the little boy, "I often cry."The old man nodded, "So do I."But worst of all," said the boy, "it seemsGrown-ups don't pay attention to me."And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.I know what you mean," said the little old man.”

“There are times when I swear that boy is as mature as an old man, and other times when he hasn’t got the sense of a three-year-old babe. (Mavis)Good Lord, Mavis. He is a grown man after all! (Alice)”

“the running boy is inside every man, no matter how old he gets.”

“Musically, he was like an old man in a boy's skin.”