Love begins with a metaphor, which is to say, love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetice memory. - Milan Kundera

love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory

The irresistible proliferation of graphomania shows me that everyone without exception bears a potential writer within him, so that the entire human species has good reason to go down into the streets and shout: we are all writers! for everyone is pained by the thought of disappearing, unheard and unseen, into an indifferent universe, and because of that everyone wants, while there is still time, to turn himself into a universe of words. one morning (and it will be soon), when everyone wakes up as a writer, the age of universal deafness and incomprehension will have arrived.

تضرب حكاية الشخصين الموشكين على أن يصيرا عشيقين بجذورها في القدم ،بحيث نستطيع نسيان العهد الذي تجري فيه .. ما ألطف أن يحكي المرء هذا النوع من المغامرات ! و ما ألذّ أن ينساها ، هي التي جفّفت نسغ حيواتنا القصيرة لكي نسخرها لهذه الأعمال التافهة، فما أجمل أن ننسي التاريخ !

All human beings have always aspired to an idyll, to that garden where nightingales sing, to that realm of harmony where the world does not rise up as a stranger against man and man against other men, but rather where the world and all men are shaped from one and the same matter. There, everyone is a note in a sublime Bach fugue, and anyone who refuses to be one is a mere useless and meaningless black dot that need only be caught and crushed between thumb and finger like a flea.