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

إن ألمنا الشخصى ليس اثقل من الألم الذى نعانيه مع الآخر ومن أجل الآخر وفى مكان الآخر؛ ألم يضاعفه الخيال وترجعه وئات الأصداء.

This was exactly what the girl had most dreaded all her life and had scrupulously avoided until now: lovemaking without emotion or love. She knew that she had crossed the forbidden boundary, but she proceeded across it without objections and as a full participant; only somewhere, far off in a corner of her consciousness, did she feel horror at the thought that she had never known such pleasure, never so much pleasure as at this moment — beyond that boundary.

When the heart speaks, the mind finds it indecent to object. In the realm of kitsch, the dictatorship of the heart reigns supreme.