The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our … - Milan Kundera

Metaphors are dangerous. Love begins with a metaphor. Which is to say, love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory.

Love begins with a metaphor. Which is to say, love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory.

love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory

Love begins with a metaphor, which is to say, love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetice memory.

I have said before that metaphors are dangerous. Love begins with a metaphor. Which is to say, love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory.

The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives beautiful.

It takes so little, so infinitely little, for a person to cross the border beyond which everything loses meaning: love, convictions, faith, history. Human life — and herein lies its secret — takes place in the immediate proximity of that border, even in direct contact with it; it is not miles away, but a fraction of an inch.

I cannot hate them because nothing binds me to them; I have nothing in common with them.

loves are like empires: when the idea they are founded on crumbles, they, too, fade away.