children

You know what talent is? The curse of expectation. As a kid you have to deal with that, beat it somehow. If you can write, you think God put you on earth to blow Shakespeare away. Or if you can paint, maybe you think – I did – that God put you on earth to blow your father away.

Stephen King, The Mist

There is no such thing as grown ups.

Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

I wondered, as I wondered so often when I was that age, who I was, and what exactly was looking at the face in the mirror. If the face I was looking at wasn’t me, because I would still be me whatever happened to my face, then what was me?

Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

She was also an adult, and when adults fight children, adults always win.

Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

I finally made friends with my father when I entered my twenties. We had so little in common when I was a boy, and I am certain I had been a disappointment to him. He did not ask for a child with a book, off in its own world. He wanted a son who did what he had done; swam and boxed and played rugby, and drove cars at speed with abandon and joy, but that was not what he wound up with.

Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

Small children believe themselves to be gods, or some of them do, and they can only be satisfied when the rest of the world goes along with their way of seeing things.

Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

I wondered if that was true: if they were all really children wrapped up in adult bodies, like children’s books hidden in the middle of dull, long adult books, the kind with no pictures or conversations.

Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

I was a normal child. Which is to say, I was selfish and I was not entirely convinced of the existence of things that were not me, and I was certain, rock-solid, unshakeably certain, that I was the most important thing in creation. There was nothing that was more important to me than I was.

Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

Childhood memories are sometimes covered and obscured beneath the things that come later, like childhood toys forgotten at the bottom of a crammed adult closet, but they are never lost for good.

Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

Adults should not weep, I knew. They did not have mothers who would comfort them.

Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

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