Quotes About Innocence

I wouldn't say I was the best kid but I always had a good heart.

I wasn't in the art world at all as a kid; I was just creative, and we were always doing arts and crafts.

I am a kid in the dressing-up box at heart.

I was the kind of kid that always loved babies. I was, you know, four years old, and I would have my baby doll that I would bring with me everywhere and fake breastfeed on the beach and diaper.

I want to look my fellow Americans directly in the eye and declare to them, 'I am not the anthrax killer.' I know nothing about the anthrax attacks. I had absolutely nothing to do with this terrible crime.

I guess I kind of lived in a fairytale world... looking at everything through rose-colored glasses. I probably always will, to a certain extent.

You know, The Beach Boys' image is kinda like a group Doris Day, you know what I mean?

Well, first, I didn't kill Dr. King.

Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies. Nobody that matters, that is.

It is the childlike mind that finds the kingdom.

I thought it was my job to give all the boys their first kiss.

My first kiss was in the geography room, where you put all the maps. I actually don't know how to say it in English.

I don't remember having a crush on a boy when I was a girl. I don't even remember my first kiss.

The girls in kindergarten would chase us boys around trying to kiss us. I'm proud to say I was the first to stop running.

My first kiss was in 7th grade. It grossed me out. I kind of freaked out!

I kissed my first girl when I was 13.

I would go through my mother's makeup kit, and I think she thought it was really cute. I was only three or four years old.

I've never flown a kite.

A child who has never fantasized about having other parents is seriously lacking in imagination.

She was the oddest combination of contradictions he'd ever met -innocence and sensuality, candour and diplomacy, anxiety and utter fearlessness. He hadn't even begun to figure out how her mind worked. But she was damn well going to live long enough for him to try.

I am near fourteen and have never yet seen a hanging. My life is barren.

What will I taste like?" I asked. He inhaled deeply at the base of my throat. "Sweet and pure," he answered, "like white lilacs.

If I'm a little girl, then that makes you a serious pervert.

How could they let me grow up like that—happy and pink and stupid?