“You have no idea. You don’t know what you have. You have your youth and you’re beautiful, but you’re hungry, and that hunger blinds you to what you already have. All those raging hormones, making every decision for you. You’re always hurting, but you’ve never been hurt. Not really. Later on, though, you’ll realize youth is truly wasted on the young.
Right now, you’re pretending you’re what, twenty-one? Later on, you’ll
want to be twenty-one again. Really, no matter what age you are—ten
or a hundred—you’ll want to be twenty-one.
And, just as when you were a little kid, you’ll demand your dignity
before you earn it.”