Time always seems long to the child who is waiting - for Christmas for next summer for becoming a grownup: long also when he surrenders his whole soul to each moment of a happy day.

A child's fear is a world whose dark corners are quite unknown to grownup people it has its sky and its abysses a sky without stars abysses into which no light can ever penetrate.

When you're young you're always wondering when you're actually going to feel like a grownup. And I think you probably fear it in a sense too. There's a danger to feeling like an adult... like this whimsical kid in you is going to die or something. And then all of a sudden one day you kind of feel like an adult and it's really nice.