How does life determine that one day you’re ready? How does life determine that you’re too young for something at one age, and then, all of a sudden, you’re mature enough to handle it? How does life suddenly just say, “Oh, so-and-so is all of a sudden old enough to handle things like sex, and marriage, and death, and kids, and whatever the hell I want to give him,”? How does life think that’s fair?
-the book geek