Lauren DeStefano Quotes

We were kids when we started.

We remember childhood as the fabulous years of our lives, and nations remember their childhood as fabulous years.

I think what you notice most when you haven’t been home in a while is how much the trees have grown around your memories.

I never played with anything like toys.

I don't miss anything about the 1960s, not really. I did it. It's like asking, 'Do you miss the fourth grade?' I loved the fourth grade when I was in it, but I don't want to do it again.

I love kids. I was a kid myself, once.

I had a picture-perfect childhood.

I can remember being eight, and I like writing about that age of innocence when children still have a sense of wonder.

We grow older, but we do not change. We become more sophisticated, but at bottom we continue to resemble our young selves, eager to listen to the next story and the next, and the next.

I long remained a child, and I am still one in many respects.

I feel it was just a few years ago I was running around in short pants.

I think childhood is to everyone a lost land.

Let a man turn to his own childhood - no further - if he will renew his sense of remoteness, and of the mystery of change.

I think we all miss our childhood.

I don't think I've changed since I was a little kid.

I realize that I live in the same environment that I did when I was a kid, but with less junk and better art.

I was never one for dolls.

As a girl, my favorite toy was my dollhouse; if I could still play with it now, I would!

I am forever living in my childhood.

I always cling to things that remind me of being a kid again.

As I look back, I have to say growing up was fun, not a problem at all.

Reading 'IT' again as an adult, you understand it from a different perspective. It is basically a love letter to childhood and talks about all of the treasures of that time, like imagination and belief, that are inevitably lost in adulthood.

All children, except one, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up, and the way Wendy knew was this. One day when she was two years old she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother. I suppose she must have looked rather delightful, for Mrs Darling put her hand to her heart and cried, ‘Oh, why can’t you remain like this for ever!’ This was all that passed between them on the subject, but henceforth Wendy knew that she must grow up. You always know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end.

Don't you wish you could take a single childhood memory and blow it up into a bubble and live inside it forever?