You're still half a child, but you're getting in these adult situations with a sense of wonder and a sense of stupidity as well. I see it as a real universal suburban record.

Be absolutely assured that we will die long before our own deaths if we ever allow the fear of adulthood to kill the wonder of childhood.

The adult within me would be much wiser to learn from the child within me rather than focus on the demand that the child within me grow up.

The stars are out tonight. All of them.

But how can you have a sense of wonder if you’re prepared for everything?

Dreams, memories, the sacred--they are all alike in that they are beyond our grasp. Once we are even marginally separated from what we can touch, the object is sanctified; it acquires the beauty of the unattainable, the quality of the miraculous. Everything, really, has this quality of sacredness, but we can desecrate it at a touch. How strange man is! His touch defiles and yet he contains the source of miracles.