The Unbearable Lightness of Being

We can never know what to want, because, living only one life, we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come.

Only in sexuality does the millionth part dissimilarity become precious, because, not accessible in public, it must be conquered.

Making love with a woman and sleeping with a woman are two separate passions, not merely different but opposite. Love does not make itself felt in the desire for copulation (a desire that extends to an infinite number of women) but in the desire for shared sleep (a desire limited to one woman).