A quote from the first chapter of the book I’m reading, on the history of love.
Other eras had other matters on their minds – salvation, honor, inheritance, knowledge, war, a plunging birthrate. We treasure love. It quenches, vexes, guides, and murders us. It seeps into the mortar of all our days. It feeds our passions, it fills our fantasies, it inspires our art. What will future eras make of this?
– Diane Ackerman