“A pleasure is full grown only when it is remembered.”

“For how can you remember the feel of pleasure or pain or choking emotion? You can remember only that you had them.”

“Later, when you're grown up, you realize you never really get to hang out with your family. You pretty much have only eighteen years to spend with them full time, and that's it.”

“Grown-ups are quirky creatures, full of quirks and secrets.”

“It was a day ripped full-grown from the womb of despair.”

“I had grown a thin mustache, I was a full-grown man, and yet I was completely helpless and without a goal in life.”

“Anyone who has read Yeats’s wonderful Autobiography will remember his Sligo—shabby, shadowed, half country and half sea, full of confused romance, superstition, poverty, eccentricity, unrecognized anachronism, passion and ignorance and the little boy’s misery. Yeats was treated well but was bitterly unhappy; he prayed that he would die, and used often to say to himself: “When you are grown up, never talk as grown-up people do of the happiness of childhood.””

“Later she remembered all the hours of the afternoon as happy -- one of those uneventful times that seem at the moment only a link between past and future pleasure, but turn out to have been the pleasure itself.”

“Some day, perhaps, remembering even this
Will be a pleasure.”
Forsan et haec olim meminisse juvabit.

“Crabbed age and youth cannot live together:
Youth is full of pleasure, age is full of care”