Jo B. Paoletti
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Pink and Blue: Telling the Boys from the Girls in America
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2012
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Sex and Unisex: Fashion, Feminism, and the Sexual Revolution
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2015
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“Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence.
Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance.
Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence.
Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance.”
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Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance.
Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence.
Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance.”
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“All children, except one, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up, and the way Wendy knew was this. One day when she was two years old she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother. I suppose she must have looked rather delightful, for Mrs Darling put her hand to her heart and cried, ‘Oh, why can’t you remain like this for ever!’ This was all that passed between them on the subject, but henceforth Wendy knew that she must grow up. You always know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end.”
― Peter Pan
― Peter Pan
“The curse of mortality. You spend the first portion of your life learning, growing stronger, more capable. And then, through no fault of your own, your body begins to fail. You regress. Strong limbs become feeble, keen senses grow dull, hardy constitutions deteriorate. Beauty withers. Organs quit. You remember yourself in your prime, and wonder where that person went. As your wisdom and experience are peaking, your traitorous body becomes a prison.”
― Fablehaven
― Fablehaven

“I grow old … I grow old …
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.”
― The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock and Other Poems
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.”
― The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock and Other Poems

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