“I knew plenty of eighty-year-olds in Florida, and these kids acted nothing like them. It was as if the constance of their lives here, the unvarying days – this perpetual deathless summer – had arrested their emotions as well as their bodies, sealing them in their youth like Peter Pan and his Lost Boys.”

“I knew plenty of eighty-year-olds in Florida, and these kids acted nothing like them. It was as if the constance of their lives here, the unvarying days – this perpetual deathless summer – had arrested their emotions as well as their bodies, sealing them in their youth like Peter Pan and his Lost Boys.”

— Ransom Riggs