Milan Kundera Quote

Whilst on board the Beagle I was quite orthodox, and I remember being heartily laughed at by several of the officers... for quoting the Bible as an unanswerable authority on some point of morality......

She was a poetry book with the wrong dust jacket, shelved in the Reference section.

A poet is a verb that blossoms light in gardens of dawn, or sometimes midnight.

Up then, fair phoenix bride, frustrate the sun;Thyself from thine affectionTakest warmth enough, and from thine eyeAll lesser birds will take their jollity.Up, up, fair bride, and callThy stars from o...

Voll Blüten steht der Pfirsichbaum nicht jede wächst zur Frucht sie schimmern hell wie Rosenschaum durch Blau und Wolkenflucht. Wie Blüten geh'n Gedanken auf hundert an jedem Tag -- lass' blühen, lass...

Solitary walks are great for getting new ideas. It's like you're in a video game and you pick up idea coins on the way.

I think poetry without metaphor is like husband and wife living in separate bedrooms.

She remembered love, though, and a feeling of warmth. It was like remembering light, or the glow that sometimes persists after a light has gone out.

Sometimes it can be as brutally overwhelming as a tidal wave flooding every orifice, the suffocation, the pressure, the immensity of this damnable depression like an ocean, unsurmountable. It swallows...

For somewhere, said Poirot to himself, indulging in an absolute riot of mixed metaphors, there is in the hay a needle, and among the sleeping dogs there is one on whom I shall put my foot, and by shoo...