I thought puberty was supposed to turn you into a physical adult.
Why do I still look like a baby at 25?
A pleasure is full grown only when it is remembered. You are speaking, Hmān, as if the pleasure were one thing and the memory another. It is all one thing… What you call remembering is the last part of the pleasure, as the crah is the last part of a poem. When you and I met, the meeting was over very shortly: it was nothing. Now it is growing into something as we remember it… What it will be when I remember it as I lie down to die, what it makes in me all my days till then — that is the real meeting. The other is only the beginning of it.
Out of the Silent Planet (1938)