She fixed him with a long careful, searching stare that was not devoid of irony's intelligent sparkle - Milan Kundera

A man who loses his privacy loses everything. And a man who gives it up of his own free will is a monster.

You think that just because it's already happened, the past is finished and unchangeable? Oh no, the past is cloaked in multicolored taffeta and every time we look at it we see a different hue.

But just make someone who has fallen in love listen to his stomach rumble, and the unity of body and soul, that lyrical illusion of the age of science , instantly fades away.