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Even if no salvation should come, I want to be worthy of it at every moment.

Franz Kafka

I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.
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Feeling Happiness Myself True
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
Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.
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Fashion Inspirational Logic Soul Yourself
The meaning of life is that it stops.
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Death Life One Liner Philosophy
Every revolution evaporates and leaves behind only the slime of a new bureaucracy.
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Leaving Politics Revolution
I am a cage, in search of a bird.
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Myself Search
I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us.
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Book Kind Myself Thinking Wound
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
You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.
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Heart Myself Quiet Yourself
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
Evil is whatever distracts.
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Evil One Liner
Books are a narcotic.
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Book One Liner
As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.
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Bed Dream Easy Himself Morning Transformation Wake Up
May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.
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Kiss Misery Myself Night Paper Yourself
Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.
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Cold Deep Oneself Philosophy Solitude Writing

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