First Lines of Milan Kundera's "Slowness"

 "We suddenly had an urge to spend the evening and night in a château. Many of them in France have become hotels: a square of greenery lost in a stretch of ugliness without greenery; a little plot of walks, trees, birds amid a vast network of highways. I am driving, and in the rearview mirror I notice a car behind me. The small left light is blinking, and the whole car emits waves of impatience. The driver is watching for the chance to pass me; he is watching for the moment the way a hawk watches for a sparrow." 

- Slowness, by Milan Kundera