"If our lives are gifts to begin with… in some sense they are not ‘ours’ even when we become adults. Or perhaps they are only until such time as we find a way to bestow them. The belief that life is a gift carries with it the corollary feeling that the gift should not be hoarded. As we mature, and particularly as we come into the isolation of ‘being on our own,’ we begin to feel the desire to give ourselves away—in love, in marriage, to our work, to the gods, to politics, to our children. And adolescence is marked by that restless, erotic, disturbing inquisition: is this person, this nation, this work, worthy of the life I have to give?"
— Lewis Hyde, The Gift