Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new.
—Ursula K. Le Guin, The Lathe of Heaven
Don’t live the same year 75 times and call it a life.
Follies and nonsense, whims and inconsistencies do divert me, I own, and I laugh at them whenever I can.
—Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice