True human goodness, in all its purity and freedom, can come to the fore only when its recipient has no power.

Tereza had gone back to sleep; he could not. He pictured her death. She was dead and having terrible nightmares; but because she was dead, he was unable to wake her from them. Yes, that is death: Tereza asleep, having terrible nightmares, and he unable to wake her.

Listening to a news broadcast is like smoking a cigarette and crushing the butt in the ashtray.

We are born one time only, we can never start a new life equipped with the experience we've gained from the previous one. We leave childhood without knowing what youth is, we marry without knowing what it is to be married, and even when we enter old age, we don't know what it is we're heading for: the old are innocent children innocent of thier old age. In that sense, man's world is the planet of inexperience.

The emotion of love gives all of us a misleading illusion of knowing the other.

Necessity knows no magic formulae-they are all left to chance. If a love is to be unforgettable, fortuities must immediately start fluttering down to it like birds to Francis of Assisi's shoulders.

Before we are forgotten, we will be turned into kitsch. Kitsch is the stopover between being and oblivion.