Time always seems long to the child who is waiting - for Christmas, for next summer, for becoming a grownup: long also when he surrenders his whole soul to each moment of a happy day.
If I have my health I can carry on. There will be a point when I do quit but I have absolutely no idea when that is.
My brother and I, we were both relatively good-looking guys growing up, but we had our awkward stages, where we were just hard to look at.