Monday, August 16, 2010

Praha Observed

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... "
Jane: They have good beer there.
Grover: "... now I know how bad American beer is thing."
from Noah Baumbach's Kicking and Screaming

0 comments: