For a young man, sleep is a sure solvent of distress. There whirls not for him in the night any so hideous phantasmagoria as will not become, in the clarity of the next morning, a spruce procession for him to lead. Brief the vague horror of his awakening; memory sweeps back to him, and he sees nothing dreadful after all. 'Why not?' is the sun's bright message to him, and 'Why not indeed?' his answer.'

He was too much concerned with his own perfection ever to think of admiring any one else.

The dullard's envy of brilliant men is always assuaged by the suspicion that they will come to a bad end.

She was a young person whose reveries never were in retrospect. For her past was no treasury of distinct memories, all hoarded and classified, some brighter th…

In your teens and your 20s, you're immortal, you're untouchable. It's only later that you begin to realize you are mortal. (2004)

Adolescence is just one big walking pimple.

Young people are very cynical now, you know? Very cynical! They've been taught cynicism, they've been - they've been bred cynicism. So, I think it's important …