Let's See If I Can

Italy Has Sun And Tomatoes, And Russia Just Has Real Problems.

You Could Drown A Kitten In Her Blue Eyes.

In The First Few Pages, Kundera Discusses Several Abstract Historical Figures: Robespierre, Nietzsche, Hitler. For Eunice's Sake, I Wanted Him To Get To The Plot, To Introduce Actual "living" Characters - I Recalled This Was A Love Story - And To Leave The World Of Ideas Behind. Here We Were, Two People Lying In Bed, Eunice's Worried Head Propped On My Collarbone, And I Wanted Us To Feel Something In Common. I Wanted This Complex Language, This Surge Of Intellect, To Be Processed Into Love. Isn't That How They Used To Do It A Century Ago, People Reading Poetry To One Another?

Freedom Is Anathema To Dreams Nurtured In Captivity.

If I Still Lived In Russia, I'd Be Dead... Or A Really Effective Oligarch.