In the sunet of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia. - Milan Kundera

The body was a cage, and inside that cage was something which looked, listened, feared, thought and marveled; that something, that remainder left over after the body had been accounted for, was the soul.

a man who loses his privacy loses everything...a man who gives it up of his own free will is a monster

"If I had two lives, in one life I could invite her to stay at my place, and in the second life I could kick her out. Then I could compare and see which had been the best thing to do. But we only live once. Life's so light. Like an outline we can't ever fill in or correct... make any better. It's frightening".