در مقابل دنیای پر از وقاحتی که او را دربر می‌گرفت، ترزا فقط یک سلاح داشت و آن‌هم کتاب‌هایی بود که از کتابخانه به امانت می‌گرفت. - Milan Kundera

Such are the Splendors and Miseries of memory: it is proud of its ability to keep truthful track of the logical sequence of past events; but when it comes to how we experienced them at the time, memory feels no obligation to truth.

"لكنه في إيثاكا لم يكن غريبا، كان واحدا منهم ولذلك لم يخطر لأحد منهم أن يقول له "احكِ"."

and she realized that she (her soul) was not at all involved, only her body, her body alone. The body that had betrayed her and that she had sent out into the world among other bodies.