Cemeteries in Bohemia are like gardens. The graves are covered with grass and colourful flowers. Modest tombstones are lost in the greenery. When the sun goes down, the cemetery sparkles with tiny candles... no matter how brutal life becomes, peace always reigns in the cemetery. Even in wartime, even in Hitler's time, even in Stalin's time.

Two people in love, alone, isolated from the world, that's beautiful.

The river flowed from century to century, and human affairs play themselves out on its banks. Play themselves out to be forgotten the next day, while the river flows on.

All lovers unconsciously establish their own rules of the game, which from the outset admit of no transgression.

All great novels, all true novels, are bisexual.

Kitsch excludes everything from its purview which is essentially unacceptable in human existence.

I was not a hypocrite, with one real face and several false ones. I had several faces because I was young and didn't know who I was or wanted to be.