"Time passes slowly when you're young, and quickens as you get old. Summer lasted forever when I was seven, but now it only visits. When I was seven the days had more hours than I had use for and the distance between sun up and down again was a vast and lazy sprawl; now, when I look back, things seem to have happened with the most hectic and startling speed. The weeks and months have seeped into each other and become a span without feature and detail, riddled with cavernous holes." - Sonya Hartnett
