"we live everything as it comes, without warning , like an actor going on cold. and what can life be worth if the first rehearsal for life is life it… - Milan Kundera

And what can life be worth if the first rehearsal for life is life itself?

We live everything as it comes, without warning, like an actor going on cold. And what can life be worth if the first rehearsal for life is life itself?

In Tereza's eyes, books were the emblems of a secret brotherhood.
For she had but a single weapon against the world of crudity surrounding her:
the books she took out of the municipal library, and above all, the novels.

You can't measure the mutual affection of two human beings by the number of words they exchange

loves are like empires: when the idea they are founded on crumbles, they, too, fade away