So she stood naked in front of the young man and at this moment stopped playing the game. — Milan Kundera
In the love poetry of every age, the woman longs to be weighed down by the man’s body. — Milan Kundera
Immortality is a ridiculous illusion, an empty word, a butterfly net chasing the wind. — Milan Kundera
Leroy interrupted Chantal’s fantasies: “Freedom? As you live our your desolation, you — Milan Kundera