When a person is clubbed violently on the head, he collapses and stops breathing. Some day, he will stop breathing anyway. - Milan Kundera

It is right to chide man for being blind to such coincidences in his daily life. For he thereby deprives his life of a dimension of beauty.

He took her in his arms and lifted her up. She looked at him and he noticed only now that her eyes were full of tears. He pressed her to him. She understood that he loved her and this suddenly filled her with sadness. She felt sad that he loved her so much, and she felt like crying.

A novel that does not uncover a hitherto unknown segment of existence is immoral. Knowledge is the novel's only morality.