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A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.

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
Logic may indeed be unshakeable, but it cannot withstand a man who is determined to live.
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Determination Live Logic Man
It’s only because of their stupidity that they’re able to be so sure of themselves.
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Philosophy Stupidity
The limited circle is pure.
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Limitation Pure
I usually solve problems by letting them devour me.
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Let Go Myself Problem
I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.
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Feeling Forever Hands Myself Thinking
Beyond a certain point there is no return. This point has to be reached.
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Beyond Inspirational Return
Written kisses don’t reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts.
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Destination Kiss Writing
Was he an animal, that music could move him so? He felt as if the way to the unknown nourishment he longed for were coming to light.
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Animal Himself Light Music
The truth is always an abyss. One must — as in a swimming pool — dare to dive from the quivering springboard of trivial everyday experience and sink into the depths, in order to later rise again — laughing and fighting for breath — to the now doubly illuminated surface of things.
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Breathe Experience Fight Laughter Rise Truth
Love is a drama of contradictions.
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Love One Liner
There art two cardinal sins from which all others spring: Impatience and Laziness.
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Art Patience Sin
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 think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us.
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Book Kind Myself Thinking Wound
Evil is whatever distracts.
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Evil One Liner
No, said the priest, you don’t need to accept everything as true, you only have to accept it as necessary. Depressing view, said K. The lie made into the rule of the world.
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Acceptance Lie Necessary Need Rule World Yourself

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