“Everything's possible when you're seven years old." She sighed. "But then you hit an age where you decide it's cooler not to believe in anything at all. [...] It's called being grown-up.”

“Well, finally, once you become an orphan, you're an orphan till the day you die. I keep having the same dream. I'm seven years old and an orphan again. All alone, with no adults around to take care of me. It's evening, and the light is fading, and night is pressing in. It's always the same. In the dream I always go back to being seven years old. Software like that you can't exchange once it's contaminated.”

“The truth is, part of me is every age. I’m a three-year-old, I’m a five-year-old, I’m a thirty-seven-year-old, I’m a fifty-year-old. I’ve been through all of them, and I know what it’s like. I delight in being a child when it’s appropriate to be a child. I delight in being a wise old man when it’s appropriate to be a wise old man. Think of all I can be! I am every age, up to my own.”

“We've had fifteen years of being grown-ups when we could have got together and we never have. Doesn't that tell you something?''Yeah, that timing is everything. Hit on me again now.”

“It's that moment when you know you're falling and the ground is there beneath you, and it hits you that you're going to hit the ground, and then suddenly you stop, and you look up and they are there looking at you, surprised that they did it too. They caught you, and you're not falling anymore. You're safe. Yeah...being with you is like that.”

“It's rather hard to decide just when people are grown up,' laughed Anne.'That's a true word, dearie. Some are grown up when they're born, and others ain't grown up when they're eighty, believe me. That same Mrs. Roderick I was speaking of never grew up. She was as foolish when she was hundred as when she was ten.''Perhaps that was why she lived so long,' suggested Anne.”