A picture was a motionless record of motion. An arrested representation of life. A picture was the kiss of death pretending to possess immutability.
Ivan KlímaMan is afraid to attain what he longs for, just as subconsciously he longs for what he is afraid of.
Ivan Klíma..the writer's obsession - the desire to know and communicate, or, rather, to know everything so as to communicate with the greatest degree of precision.
Ivan Klíma