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They say ignorance is bliss, they’re wrong

Franz Kafka

I am dirty, Milena, endlessly dirty, that is why I make such a fuss about cleanliness. None sing as purely as those in deepest hell; it is their singing we take for the singing of angels.
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Angel Hell Myself Sing
I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought to think, and so it all proceeds into deepest darkness.
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Darkness Deep Different Myself Talk Thinking Writing
What am I doing here in this endless winter?
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End Myself Winter
Slept, awoke, slept, awoke, miserable life.
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Life Wake Up
I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person.
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Easy Mindset Myself People Person
You can hold yourself back from the sufferings of the world, that is something you are free to do and it accords with your nature, but perhaps this very holding back is the one suffering you could avoid.
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Avoid Freedom Hold Nature Suffering World Yourself
We photograph things in order to drive them out of our minds. My stories are a way of shutting my eyes.
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Eyes Mindset Myself Ourselves Photograph Story
I am always trying to convey something that can’t be conveyed, to explain something which is inexplicable, to tell about something I have in my bones, something which can be expressed only in the bones.
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Explanation Expression Myself Try
What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.
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Escape Forget Myself
It would have been so pointless to kill himself that, even if he had wanted to, the pointlessness would have made him unable.
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Death Himself Kill Philosophy
You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.
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Love Yourself
You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.
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Heart Myself Quiet Yourself
Evil is whatever distracts.
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Evil One Liner
The Kafka paradox: art depends on truth, but truth, being indivisable, cannot know itself: to tell the truth is to lie. Thus the writer is the truth, and yet when he speaks he lies.
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Art Deep Lying Philosophy Talk Truth Writing
My guiding principle is this: Guilt is never to be doubted.
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Doubt Guilty Myself Principle
I’m doing badly, I’m doing well, whichever you prefer.
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Deep Myself Yourself

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