She wants to have her notebooks so that the flimsy framework of events, as she has constructed them in her school notebook, will be provided with wal… - Milan Kundera

أما بين ذراعيه فكانت تغفو دائما مهما تكن درجة اضطرابها.كان يروى من أجلها بصوت خافت قصصا يبتدعها أو ترهات وكلمات مضحكة يعيدها بنبرة رتيبة.كانت هذه الكلمات تتحول فى مخيلتها إلى رؤى مشوشة تأخذ بها إلى الحلم الأول.كان يملك تأثيرا خارقا على جعلها تغفووكانت تغفو فى الدقيقة التى يقرر هو أن ينتقيها.

"As I have pointed out before, characters are not born like people, of woman; they are born of a situation, a sentence, a metaphor containing in a nutshell a basic human possibility that the author thinks no one else has discovered or said something essential about. But isn't it true that an author can write only about himself? Staring impotently across a courtyard, at a loss for what to do; hearing the pertinacious rumbling of one's own stomach during a moment of love; betraying, yet lacking the will to abandon the glamorous path of betrayal; raising one's fist with the crowds in the Grand March; displaying one's wit before hidden microphones — I have known all these situations, I have experienced them myself, yet none of them has given rise to the person my curriculum vitae and I represent. The characters in my novels are my own unrealized possibilities. That is why I am equally fond of them all and equally horrified by them. Each one has crossed a border that I myself have circumvented. It is that crossed border (the border beyond which my own "I" ends) which attracts me most. For beyond that border begins the secret the novel asks about. The novel is not the author's confession; it is an investigation of human life in the trap the world has become."

No es la necesidad, sino la casualidad, la que está llena de encantos, si el amor debe ser inolvidable, las casualidades deben volar hacia él desde el primer momento