There are only two or three human stories and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never happened before. One is not born, but rather becomes, a woman. How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world. It seems to me that trying to live without friends is like milking a bear to get cream for your morning coffee. It is a whole lot of trouble, and then not worth much after you get it.
Love never dies a natural death.
It dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. Life was meant to be lived. Curiosity must be kept alive. One must never, for whatever reason, turn his back on life.