So he wasn't like the adults who always believed lies as long as they made her seem to be the child they wanted her to be

She didn't know [him], so she thought it was the look she had seen in so many eyes, the desire to dominate, to rule her, the desire to cut through her determin…

That's me insane to the root Not insane. Driven by a sense of purpose that is frightening

Do you like her? I think that I understood that she didn't want to be liked. As if she were a visitor who expected to go back home any day.

Adults are just obsolete children and the hell with them.

I believe there is no part of our lives, our adult as well as child life, when we're not fantasizing, but we prefer to relegate fantasy to children, as though …

Children - if you think back really what it was like to be a child and what it was like to know other children--children lie all the time.