Cesare Pavese Quotes

I write for what's left of the eight-year-old still rattling around inside my head.

I have always said that I cannot allow the child within me to die. It's kept me alive.

Childhood is the province of the imagination and when I immerse myself in it, I re-create it as it was, as it could have been, as I wanted - and didn't want - it to be.

Sometimes I think I am still that 5-year-old girl playing with her dogs in the yard. That's how I see myself.

Everything I write comes from my childhood in one way or another. I am forever drawing on the sense of mystery and wonder and possibility that pervaded that time of my life.

I think that all of us either lose touch with the child inside us or try and hold onto it because it so precious to us and it's such an extraordinary part of our lives.

My childhood has never lost its mystery, and it has never lost its drama.

Corny answer is of course is that everyone who wants musicals are children in different ways, aren't they? So you think of them in different ways. There are things of mine I'm sorry haven't come here.

Reading 'IT' again as an adult, you understand it from a different perspective. It is basically a love letter to childhood and talks about all of the treasures of that time, like imagination and belief, that are inevitably lost in adulthood.

I know what I really want for Christmas. I want my childhood back. Nobody is going to give me that. I might give at least the memory of it to myself if I try. I know it doesn't make sense, but since when is Christmas about sense, anyway? It is about a child, of long ago and far away, and it is about the child of now. In you and me. Waiting behind the door of or hearts for something wonderful to happen. A child who is impractical, unrealistic, simpleminded and terribly vulnerable to joy.

Our whole childhood remains to be reimagined. In reimagining it, we have the possibility of recovering it in the very life of our reveries as a solitary child.

It has that thing - the imagination, and the feeling of happy excitement- I knew when I was a kid.

The dreams of childhood - it's airy fables, its graceful, beautiful, humane, impossible adornments of the world beyond; so good to be believed in once, so good to be remembered when outgrown.

You get to relive your childhood when you have a baby and you see these toys and these books you read when you were little - the innocence that you are able to maintain because you have to find that again in order to connect with your child keeps you in a special state of mind.

Remember how you used to be able to feel your bed breathing and the walls spinning when you were a kid?

Every western I did and will do; I will do it for the never ending young kid inside of me.

So, like a forgotten fire, a childhood can always flare up again within us.

There's nothing I liked visually of the period I was a child. There was no dream in it, and nothing sparkled.

When I write something that would have made me laugh as a 10-year-old, or would have scared me or would have excited me, I know I'm onto something.

When you are surrounded by children, the child in you comes back.

I've never outgrown my childhood.

I can remember being eight, and I like writing about that age of innocence when children still have a sense of wonder.

Recently, I've really responded to books that bring the magic of childhood back to us as adults.

I am a kid in the dressing-up box at heart.