”All children are heartless. They have not grown a heart yet, which is why they can climb tall trees and say shocking things and leap so very might that grown-up hearts flutter in terror. Hearts weigh quite a lot. That is why it takes so long to grow one. But, as in their reading and arithmetic and drawing, different children proceed at different speeds. (It is well known that reading quickens the growth of a heart like nothing else.) Some small ones are terrible and fey, Utterly Heartless. Some are dear and sweet and Hardly Heartless at all. September stood very generally in the middle on the day the Green Wind took her, Somewhat Heartless, and Somewhat Grown.
Catherine Valente, “The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairlyand in a Ship of Her Own Making” (via n-x-northwest)