“Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well.”

“My childhood ended that summer. I learned the word murder. But it is not enough to be told a word as big as that...You have to live with it, carry it around with you. You have to...see it from different angles, at different times of day, in different light, until you understand, until it enters you.”

“All summer it feels as if it will rain soon. All summer the strange feeling, 'something will break.”

“Stormy skies, says Ernesto. He grieved for them. Summer rain. Childhood.”

“Dance. Dance for the joy and breath of childhood. Dance for all children, including that child who is still somewhere entombed beneath the responsibility and skepticism of adulthood. Embrace the moment before it escapes from our grasp. For the only promise of childhood, of any childhood, is that it will someday end. And in the end, we must ask ourselves what we have given our children to take its place. And is it enough?”

“Any fool could see that you're at the reeling end of a long, strong rope - soon enough, It'll be tugging you back.”