He Kept recalling her lying on his bed; she reminded him of no one in his former life.
Milan KunderaSo she stood naked in front of the young man and at this moment stopped playing the game.
Milan KunderaBut which was the real me? Let me be perfectly honest: I was a man of many faces. (p.33)
Milan KunderaWhy don't you ever use your strength on me?" she said. Because love means renouncing strength," said Franz softly.
Milan KunderaTotalitarianism is neither left nor right, and within its empire both will perish. I was never a believer, but after seeing Czech Catholics persecuted during the Stalinist terror, I felt the deepest solidarity with them. What separated us, the belief in God, was secondary to what united us. In Prague, they hanged the Socialists and the priests. Thus a fraternity of the hanged was born.
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