What, what am I to do with all of this life?
Gwendolyn Brooks – Maud Martha
We can never know what to want, because, living only one life, we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come. [...] We live everything as it comes, without warning, like an actor going on cold. And what can life be worth if the first rehearsal for life is life itself? That is why life is always like a sketch. No, “sketch” is not quite the word, because a sketch is an outline of something, the groundwork for a picture, whereas the sketch that is our life is a sketch for nothing, an outline with no picture.
Milan Kundera – The Unbearable Lightness of Being
