J. Courtney Sullivan Quotes

Midnight passes and I'm twenty-five days and a million years from becoming a man.

In your 20s, you're just a sketch of what you think you're trying to be.

Young, dumb, lookin' in the mirror tryin' to figure out who I’m gonna be this year.

I'm eighteen, and I don't know what I want.

Maturity is only a short break in adolescence.

You either mellow at 30, or your head explodes - take your choice.

At 20 and 30, we are like travelers in a foreign country, reading the guide book to learn how to behave, to learn when the post office is open. Trivia looms important; critical issues fade into a pastel background, unrecognized.

In your mid-twenties, the paint is still wet on who you are.

When you're young - I probably still am at 23, though I don't feel so young anymore - you have your ups and downs.

Acting was definitely a comfortable place. It didn't force me into adulthood because I was ready to be independent.

You can't be a 25-year-old forever.

Womanhood is a whole different thing from girlhood. Girlhood is a gift...Womanhood is a choice.

Almost any age is better than twenty-two.

I turned 30 and everyone told me I would feel different and I didn't. So I thought I'd move to New York.

Four or five years - nothing at all. But no one over thirty could understand this peculiarly weighted and condensed time, from late teens to early twenties, a stretch of life that needed a name, from school leaver to salaried professional, with a university and affairs and death and choices in between. I had forgotten how recent my childhood was, how long and inescapable it once seemed. How grown up and how unchanged I was.

You can't keep wanting to be 20 years old. Everybody knows that, but what's in the next room?

I can see myself now, she said. And I can see what I want to be, ten years from now. But I don't understand how I'm going to get from here to there.

It's about a girl who is on the cusp of becoming someone.. A girl who may not know what she wants right now, and she may not know who she is right now, but who deserves the chance to find out.

In the last few years everything I'd done up to sixty or so has seemed very childish.

We carry adolescence around in our bodies all our lives. We get through the Car Crash Age alive and cruise through our early twenties as cool dudes, wily, dashing, winsome . . . shooting baskets, the breeze, the moon, and then we try to become caring men, good husbands, great fathers, good citizens.

Most of us won't see one another after graduation, and even if we do it will be different. We'll be different. We'll be adults--cured, tagged and labeled and paired and identified and placed neatly on our life path, perfectly round marbles set to roll down even, well-defined slopes.

In adolescence she thought it was too early to choose, now in youth she was convinced it was too late to change.

I hear so many things about who I am supposed to be I hardly know what to believe. I am willing to tell all, but what Is it? Doubtless all these myths and legends will be straightened out eventually, but It may take years.

I had long hair since I was 17 years old. It was time for me to let go. I hated being the guy at the wedding in a suit with a ponytail.

We live a protracted adolescence. At some point you must leave the party.