She was experiencing the same odd happiness and odd sadness as then. The sadness meant: We are at the last station. The happiness meant: We are together. The sadness was form, the happiness content. Happiness filled the space of sadness.
Milan KunderaEven in the game there lurks a lack of freedom; even in a game is a trap for the players.
Milan KunderaIn the love poetry of every age, the woman longs to be weighed down by the man's body.
Milan Kundera