احساس عشق همه ما را دچار این توهم گمراه‌کننده می‌سازد که طرف خود را می‌شناسیم. - Milan Kundera

She had come to him to escape her mother's world, a world where all bodies were equal. She had come to him to make her body unique, irreplaceble. But he, too had drawn an equal sign between her and the rest of them: he kissed them all alike, stroked them all alike, made no, absolutely no distiction between Tereza's body and the other bodies. He sent her back to the world she tried to escape, sent to march naked with the other naked women

For existential mathematics, which does not exist, would probably propose this equation: the value of coincidence equals the degree of its improbability.

To rebel against being born a woman seemed as foolish to her as to take pride in it.