Sometimes it seems as though not a moment has moved, but then you look up and you're already old or you already have a household of kids or you look down and see your feet are miles and miles away from the rest of you—and you realize you've grown up.
—Jacqueline Woodson in Between Madison and Palmetto
Human beings are the only creatures that allow their children to come back home.
Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.