" Will walked silently to touch the iron rungs hidden under the rustling ivy. “Dad. You won’t pull these off …?” Dad probed one with his fingers. “Some day, when you’re tired of them, you’ll take them off yourself.” “I’ll never be tired of them.” “Is that how it seems? Yes, to someone your age, you figure you’ll never get tired of anything. All right, son, up you go. "
― Ray Bradbury , Something Wicked This Way Comes (Green Town, #2)