and she realized that she (her soul) was not at all involved, only her body, her body alone. The body that had betrayed her and that she had sent out into the world among other bodies.
Milan KunderaThe longing for order is at the same time a longing for death, because life is an incessant disruption of order.
Milan KunderaA route differs from a road not only because it is solely intended for vehicles, but also because it is merely a line that connects one point with another. A route has no meaning in itself; its meaning derives entirely from the two points that it connects. A road is a tribute to space. Every stretch of road has meaning in itself and invites us to stop. A route is the triumphant devaluation of space, which thanks to it has been reduced to a mere obstacle to human movement and a waste of time.
Milan KunderaWithout realizing it, the individual composes his life according to the laws of beauty even in times of greatest distress.
Milan Kundera