He was no longer quite sure whether anything he had ever thought or felt was truly his own property, or whether his thoughts were merely a common part of the worldโs store of ideas which had always existed ready-made and which people only borrowed, like books from a library.
Milan KunderaI understood that there was no escaping the memories, that I was surround by them. (p.30)
Milan KunderaWhen you sit face to face with someone who is pleasant, respectful, and polite, you have hard time reminding yourself that nothing he says is true/sincere.
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