All my life, I thought of love as some kind of voluntary enslavement. Well, that's a lie: freedom only exists when love is present. The person who gives him or herself wholly, the person who feels freest, is the person who loves most wholeheartedly.

We all know what flopping is when we see it. The stuff that you see is where guys aren&#39;t really getting hit at all and are just flailing around like a fish out of water.

Er spürte an ihren Lippen den herben Geruch des Fiebers und atmete ihn ein, als wollte er die Intimität ihres Körpers ganz in sich aufnehmen.

Written By Milan Kundera

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