I haven't detected too much difference.

An adult male living alone stops being a vaguely tragicomic bachelor once he is found in the circumstance of simultaneously taking a whiz and eating a sandwich

I like finishing a movie and having this living, breathing thing.

I'm a kid in a candy story, ... And I'm living out a major fantasy.

It's strictly the schoolboy syndrome [and] seems to last well into adulthood.

When I was a kid…I liked burning ants with a magnifying glass….but I think that progressed into adulthood where I now believe in aliens.