Milan Kundera
Milan Kundera
Milan Kunderais a Czech-born writer who went into exile in France in 1975, and became a naturalised French citizen in 1981. He "sees himself as a French writer and insists his work should be studied as French literature and classified as such in book stores"...
NationalityCzechoslovakian
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth1 April 1929
moving home paris
Yes, it was too late, and Sabina knew she would leave Paris, move on, and on again, because were she to die here they would cover her up with a stone, and in the mind of a woman for whom no place is home the thought of an end to all flight is unbearable.
men always-smile possessed
a man possessed with peace is always smiling
happened
But what had happened, had happened, and it was no longer possible to right anything.
mets fallen ifs
If I hadn't met you, I'd certainly have fallen in love with him.
passionate body surface
She was aware that in love even the most passionate idealism will not rid the body's surface of its terrible, basic importance.
past people want
The only reason people want to be masters of the future is to change the past.
player games traps
Even in the game there lurks a lack of freedom; even in a game is a trap for the players.
women events action
Fortunately women have the miraculous ability to change the meaning of their actions after the event.
art mean passion
Extremism means borders beyond which life ends, and a passion for extremism, in art and in politics, is a veiled longing for death.
beautiful eye thinking
Aesthetic racism is almost always a sign of inexperience. Those who have not made their way far enough into the world of amorous delights judge women only by what can be seen. But those who really know women understand that the eye reveals only a minute fraction of what a woman can offer us. When God bade mankind be fruitful and multiply, Doctor, He was thinking of the ugly as well as of the beautiful. I am convinced I might add, that the aesthetic criterion does not come from God but from the devil. In paradise no distinction was made between ugliness and beauty.
dog pet links
Dogs are our link to paradise.
water dying radio
Radio... force-feeds us music... everywhere and all the time... sewage-water music in which music is dying.
girl liars lying
The girl was grateful to the young man for every bit of flattery; she wanted to linger for a moment in its warmth and so she said, 'You're very good at lying.' 'Do I look like a liar?' 'You look like you enjoy lying to women,' said the girl, and into her words there crept unawares a touch of the old anxiety, because she really did believe that her young man enjoyed lying to women.
writing play territory
The novel is a territory where one does not make assertions; it is a territory of play and of hypotheses.