“Why did so many grown-ups want to be young, she wondered, when it took so long to grow old? It was like going on a million-mile road trip then wanting to turn around without getting out of the car.”
“When young people grow up....they shine so much that old people want to avert their gaze.”
“How many millions there are who don't want to go to Hell, but they don't want to get off the road to Hell.”
“It's so strange: grown-ups trying to become young, young ones trying to grow up and all the time, whatever people want, time moves forward, forward.”
“She was young and alive, untouchable. Why did she want to go?”
“All around, grown men were getting out of cars and shoving at each other like fifteen-year-olds, the bunch of juiced-up, armchair quarterbacks ready to peanut-gallery it up: The closest they were going to get to the octagon was standing on the outside of the chicken wire looking in.”