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This tremendous world I have inside of me. How to free myself, and this world, without tearing myself to pieces. And rather tear myself to a thousand pieces than be buried with this world within me.

Franz Kafka

He was a tool of the boss, without brains or backbone.
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Himself Slave
Books are a narcotic.
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Book One Liner
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
It certainly was not my intention to make you suffer, yet I have done so; obviously it never will be my intention to make you suffer, yet I shall always do so.
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Myself Suffering Yourself
The person I am in the company of my sisters has been entirely different from the person I am in the company of other people. Fearless, powerful, surprising, moved as I otherwise am only when I write.
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Company Different Fear Myself People Person Powerful Writing
I am free and that is why I am lost.
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Freedom Lost Myself One Liner Philosophy
By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired.
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Believe Creation Desire Existence Passion
I do not read advertisements. I would spend all of my time wanting things.
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Myself Reading Time
You only need to change your direction, said the cat, and ate it up.
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Change Direction Eat Need Yourself
Every revolution evaporates and leaves behind only the slime of a new bureaucracy.
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Leaving Politics Revolution
You can choose to be free , but it’s last decision you’ll ever make
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Choice Decision Freedom 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
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
Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally you somehow caught fire.
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Dream Myself Night Remember Yourself
Please — consider me a dream.
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Dream Myself
What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.
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Escape Forget Myself

This tremendous world I have inside of me. How to free myself, and this world, without tearing myself to pieces. And rather tear myself to a thousand pieces than be buried with this world within me.

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