「那天我在一夜之內傳出數不盡的信息，直到他回覆，叫我不要再問下去了。誠然，我應該學懂等待的藝術，培養一種叫做耐心的植物。我想很多人都有這種經驗。你不能主動，你不能做任何事，你只能等他心血來潮問候幾句的時候平淡和緩地應答，你不該成為逼迫的力量，你是一株等待季節性陣雨的沙漠植物。」

the unbearable lightness of being

He suddenly recalled the famous myth from Plato's Symposium: People were hermaphrodites until God split them in two, and now all the halves wander the world over seeking one another. Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost.

Oedipus

'You know the best thing about what you wrote?' the boy went on, and Tomas could see the effort it cost him to speak. 'Your refusal to compromise. Your clear-cut sense of what's good and what's evil, something we're beginning to lose. We have no idea any more what it means to feel guilty. The Communists have the excuse that Stalin misled them. Murderers have the excuse that their mothers didn't love them. And suddenly you come out and say: there is no excuse. No one could be more innocent, in hs soul and conscience, than Oedipus. And yet he punished himself when he saw what he had done.'