I remember my childhood names for grasses and secret flowers. I remember where a toad may live and what time the birds awaken in the summer —and what trees and season smelled like— how people looked and walked and smelled even. The memory of odors is very rich. —John Steinbeck

Volví y permanecí mucho tiempo en la religión de mi infancia. —Italo Svevo

Madurar hacia la infancia. —Bruno Schulz