"A little thing, like children putting flowers in my hair, can fill up the widening cracks in my self-assurance like soothing lanolin..."
...with hearing this:
"Dr. Pepper sucks my balls."
(First quote is the start of an entry from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, written when she was 17 years old; the second quote from a burgeoning T.S. Eliot on the Caltrain from San Francisco).