The history of music is mortal, but the idiocy of the guitar is eternal.

Great novels are always a little more intelligent than their authors.

Pain doesn't listen to reason, it has it's own reason, which is not reasonable

Totalitarianism 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.

Between the approximation of the idea and the precision of reality there was a small gap of the unimaginable, and it was this hiatus that gave him no rest.

Such are the Splendors and Miseries of memory: it is proud of its ability to keep truthful track of the logical sequence of past events; but when it comes to how we experienced them at the time, memory feels no obligation to truth.

In the world of highways, a beautiful landscape means: an island of beauty connected by a long line with other islands of beauty.