“Childhood had flown in one fleeting moment. The days of innocence and liberty were gone forever. Life was approaching us, with all its troubles, intricacies and disillusionments. We all dreamed and hoped for a good life, with a good job and a happy ending. We would read the same comic books, go to the same movies, and at times even sleep in the same bed, so closely woven was the relationships among us. But age brings with it pride. Pride brings hatred, and together they breed snobbery and social climbing.”
Book:I, Vagabond