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Evil is whatever distracts.

Franz Kafka

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
Love is, that you are the knife which I plunge into myself.
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Deep Love Myself
First impressions are always unreliable.
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Appearance One Liner
They say ignorance is bliss, they’re wrong
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Ignorance Wrong
I’m thinking only of my illness and my health, though both, the first as well as the second, are you.
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Health Myself Thinking 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
There is an infinite amount of hope in the universe, but not for us.
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Break Up Hope Sadness World
All I am is literature, and I am not able or willing to be anything else.
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Literature Myself Willing
He is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived.
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Afraid Death Deep Himself Live
People label themselves with all sorts of adjectives. I can only pronounce myself as ‘nauseatingly miserable beyond repair’.
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Misery People
Just think how many thoughts a blanket smothers while one lies alone in bed, and how many unhappy dreams it keeps warm.
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Bed Dream Happiness Lie Thinking
I’m doing badly, I’m doing well, whichever you prefer.
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Deep Myself Yourself
Now I can look at you in peace; I don’t eat you any more.
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Eat Myself Peace Yourself
Written kisses don’t reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts.
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Destination Kiss Writing
Forget everything. Open the windows. Clear the room. The wind blows through it. You see only its emptiness, you search in every corner and don’t find yourself.
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Empty Forget Philosophy Search Yourself
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

Evil is whatever distracts.

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