"Why don't you ever use your strength on me?" she said. Because love means renouncing strength," said Franz softly." - Milan Kundera

...no one can do a thing about feelings, they exist and there's no way to censor them. We can reproach ourselves for some action, for a remark, but not for a feeling, quite simply because we have no control at all over it.

Is not an event in fact more significant and noteworthy the greater the number of fortuities necessary to bring it about?

Love does not make itself felt in the desire for copulation (a desire that extends to an infinite number of women) but in the desire for shared sleep (a desire limited to one woman).