I was brought up in the War. I was an adolescent in the Second World War. And I did witness in London a great deal of the Blitz.

I am living out my adolescent dream of travel and adventure.

The toddler must say no in order to find out who she is. The adolescent says no to assert who she is not.

To an adolescent there is nothing in the world more embarrassing than a parent.

Adolescents are not monsters. They are just people trying to learn how to make it among the adults in the world who are probably not so sure themselves.

I had spindly little ankles and growing up in Canada I couldn't skate. I was no good at any sports so was very much a pariah through those adolescent years.

I am not an adolescent nor a romantic. I analyze objectively.

No one knows his true character until he has run out of gas purchased something on the installment plan and raised an adolescent.

In interviews I gave early on in my career I was quoted as saying it was possible to have it all: a dynamic job marriage and children. In some respects I was a social adolescent.

It's possible that I've matured as a writer and I hope I've matured emotionally but I always find myself revisiting these adolescent scenes.