I think it happens to everyone as they grow up. You find out who you are and what you want, and then you realize that people you've known forever don't see things the way you do. And so you keep the wonderful memories, but find yourself moving on.

It seems inevitable that the magic of the written word will fade.

You have understood what all great painters understand: in order to forget the rules, you must know them and respect them.

We all do things we desperately wish we could undo. Those regrets just become part of who we are, along with everything else. To spend time trying to change that, well, it's like chasing clouds.

Written By Libba Bray

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