Milan Kundera

Chance and chance alone has a message for us... Only chance can speak to us.

You can understand nothing about art, particularly modern art, if you do not understand that imagination is a value in itself.

No love can survive muteness.

The eye... the point where a person's identity is concentrated.

What is unique about the "I" hides itself exactly in what is unimaginable about a person. 

In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia.

Dreaming is not merely an act of communication; it is also an aesthetic activity, a game of the imagination, a game that is a value in itself.

Do you realize that people don't know how to read Kafka simply because they want to decipher him? 

Optimism is the opium of the people.

The light that radiates from the great novels time can never dim, for human existence is perpetually being forgotten by man and thus the novelists' discoveries, however old they may be, will never cease to astonish.