He saw the marching, shouting crowd as the image of Europe and its history. Europe was the Grand March. The march from revolution to revolution, from… - Milan Kundera

Toilets in modern water closets rise up from the floor like water lilies. The architect does all he can to make the body forget how paltry it is, and to make man ignore what happens to his intestinal wastes after the water from the tank flushes them down the drain. Even though the sewer pipelines reach far into our houses with their tentacles, they are carefully hidden from view, and we are happily ignorant of the invisible Venice of shit underlying our bathrooms, bedrooms, dance halls, and parliaments.

Tenía ganas de hacer algo para que ya no le quedara escapatoria. Tenía ganas de destruir brutalmente todo el pasado de sus últimos siete años.Era el vértigo. El embriagador, el insuperable deseo de caer.
También podriamos llamarlo la borrachera de la debilidad. Uno se percata de su debilidad y no quiere luchar contra ella, sino entregarse.
Está borracho de su debilidad, quiere ser aún más débil, quiere caer en medio de la plaza, ante los ojos de todos, quiere estar abajo y aún más abajo que abajo.

There is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one’s own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels for someone, for someone, pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echos.