For a long time I wanted to be a comic strip artist but when I started doing them in my teens they were getting really elaborate with tons of poses and a lot of information.
I spent my teens and early 20s shopping almost exclusively at thrift stores.
I used to write my own versions of famous tales, such as William Tell or Robin Hood, and illustrate them myself, too. When I entered my teens, I got more into horror and science fiction and wrote a lot of short stories. A literary education complicated things and for many years I wrote nothing but poetry. Then I got back to story-telling.
You get into your teens, now they can't hold you back. You jump to the next number, or even a few ahead.
I'm just a wimpy baby. We almost called the band Forever Teens because I feel like we're all kind of permanently youthful.
Have you noticed how many people who walk in the shade curse the Sun?
In my teens, I developed a passionate idolatry for a teacher of English literature. I wanted to do something that he would approve of more, so I thought I should be some sort of a scholar.
I know that when I grew up I was pretty sheltered, and didn't come to understand much about the world until I was in my really late teens and early twenties, and that process continues.
After I reached my teens I decided I didn't want to hang out with anyone. I couldn't handle the stupidity.
Youth! youth! how buoyant are thy hopes! they turn, like marigolds, toward the sunny side.
I went from really hating my body, to disliking it, to accepting it but not exactly liking it, then accepting it and liking it, and now I love it.
The big art is our life.
I remember when I was in my late teens just getting rid of lots of records, realizing I only ever listened to them when I was reading, or watching TV, or doing something else.
A mouth of no distinction but well practiced, before I entered my teens, in irony. For what is irony but the repository of hurt? And what is hurt but the repository of hope?
In her lived an innocence of soul of which she seemed unaware.
Misogyny comes naturally to a young man in his late teens; it is a function of the powerful homosocial impulses that flower along Fraternity Row, that drove the mod movements of the middle sixties and late seventies, that lie at the heart of every rock band formed by men of that age.
In your teens, you think you know everything, and you know nothing. By your thirties, you're sure you know nothing, but you're happy with that.
But that part of us greater than the sum of our parts cannot begin and cannot end, and so it cannot fail
Rather than admire the mediocre great men over whom passersby nudge each other in awe, I venerate the young, unknown geniuses who die in their teens, their souls shattered - delicate, phosphorescent glowworms that one must see to know they really did exist.
Just after I entered my teens I suddenly entertained an insatiable enthusiasm for the delightful habit of criticizing others.