On her way up, she paused several times to look back: below her she saw the towers and bridges; the saints were shaking their fists and lifting their stone eyes to the clouds. It was the most beautiful city in the world.from Kundera's The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Grover: Oh, I've been to Prague. Well, I haven't "been to Prague" been to Prague, but I know that thing, that, "Stop shaving your armpits, read the Unbearable Lightness of Being, date a sculptor, now I know how bad American coffee is thing... "from Noah Baumbach's Kicking and Screaming
Jane: They have good beer there.
Grover: "... now I know how bad American beer is thing."