I am tired of knowing nothing and being reminded of it all the time. - F. Scott Fitzgerald

His youth seemed never so vanished as now in the contrast between the utter loneliness of this visit and that riotous, joyful party of four years before. Things that had been the merest commonplaces of his life then, deep sleep, the sense of beauty around him, all desire, had flown away and the gaps they left were filled only with the great listlessness of his disillusion.

Grown up, and that is a terribly hard thing to do. It is much easier to skip it and go from one childhood to another.

Things are sweeter when they're lost.