He took over anger to intimidate subordinates, and in time anger took over him. – Milan Kundera
To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring — it was peace. – Milan Kundera
The serial number of a human specimen is the face, that accidental and unrepeatable combination of features. It reflects neither character nor soul, nor what we call the self. The face is only the serial number of a specimen. – Milan Kundera
People are going deaf because music is played louder and louder, but because theyre going deaf, it has to be played louder still. – Milan Kundera