Why did becoming accustomed to something have to render its pleasures stale.

Do you know the wish of your heart?" - The Darkest Road

There was some sadness in how that could happen, Tai thought: falling out of love with something that had shaped you. Or even people who had? But if you didn't change at least a little, where were the passages of a life? Didn't learning, changing, sometimes mean letting go of what had once been seen as true?

My youngest brother had a wonderful schtick from some time in high school, through to graduating medicine. He had a card in his wallet that read, ‘If I am found with amnesia, please give me the following books to read …’ And it listed half a dozen books where he longed to recapture that first glorious sense of needing to find out ‘what happens next’ … the feeling that keeps you up half the night. The feeling that comes before the plot’s been learned.

Lazy poets try to elicit a reader's response with words designed to tug at the heart.

We must be what we are, or we become our enemies.

One didn't stop to talk with creatures from one's nightmares.