لا أفهم كيف يمكن للمرء أن يتحدث عن الحرية دون أن يُلقي بهذا العبء عن كاهله. مثل شجرة موجودة في موطنها الذي لا تستطيع أن تنمو فيه، تكون الشجرة في موطنه… - Milan Kundera

How did the senator know that children meant happiness? Could he see into their souls? What if the moment they were out of sight, three of them jumped the fourth and began beating him up?

Love is a constant interrogation.

A meadow is nothing but a field of suffering. Every second some creature is dying in the gorgeous green expanse, ants eat wriggling earthworms, birds lurk in the sky to pounce on a weasel or a mouse. You see that black cat, standing motionless in the grass. She is only waiting for an opportunity to kill. I detest all that naïve respect for nature. Do you think that a doe in the jaws of a tiger feels less horror than you? People thought up the idea that animals don’t have the same capability for suffering as human, because otherwise they couldn’t bear the knowledge that they are surrounded by a world of nature that is horror and nothing but horror.