he tried to design his life in such a way that no woman could move in with a suitcase - Milan Kundera

It was the call of all those fortuities... which gave her the courage to leave home and change her fate.

We can never know what to want, because, living only one life, we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to com. ... There is no means in testing which decision is better, because there is no basis for comparison. We live everything as it comes, without warning, like an actor going on cold. And what can life be worth if the firs rehearsal for life is life itself? That is why life is always like a sketch. No, 'sketch' is not quiet the word, because a sketch is an outline of something, the ground work for a picture, whereas the sketch that is our life is a sketch for nothing, an outline with no picture.

Tenía ganas de hacer algo para que ya no le quedara escapatoria. Tenía ganas de destruir brutalmente todo el pasado de sus últimos siete años.Era el vértigo. El embriagador, el insuperable deseo de caer.
También podriamos llamarlo la borrachera de la debilidad. Uno se percata de su debilidad y no quiere luchar contra ella, sino entregarse.
Está borracho de su debilidad, quiere ser aún más débil, quiere caer en medio de la plaza, ante los ojos de todos, quiere estar abajo y aún más abajo que abajo.