“The fragile and ancient hurt that seeps out of adults when they speakof wronged childhoods.”
“When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults.”
“That was the one moment he would always remember. The unhappiest moment of a happy childhood. The empty desolation of being on the wrong side of that sheet of ice, in the cold sterile water, while the fire burnt at the farm and the smell of Christmas food seeped out of the kitchen. And above him always the criss-crossed pattern of his own skates.”
“Kids believe in Santa; adults believe in childhood.”
“adult life is full of hardship, childhood should be free of it.”
“Ambition robs you of your childhood. The moment you want to become an adult—in any way—something in your childhood dies.”