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Every revolution evaporates and leaves behind only the slime of a new bureaucracy.

Franz Kafka

What am I doing here in this endless winter?
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End Myself Winter
I can love only what I can place so high above me that I cannot reach it.
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Love Myself Place
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
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
A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.
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Sanity Writing
You only need to change your direction, said the cat, and ate it up.
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Change Direction Eat Need Yourself
I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.
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Deep I Miss You Myself
They say ignorance is bliss, they’re wrong
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Ignorance Wrong
There art two cardinal sins from which all others spring: Impatience and Laziness.
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Art Patience Sin
You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.
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Love Yourself
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
Believing in progress does not mean believing that any progress has yet been made.
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Believe Deep Success
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
You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait, be quiet, still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.
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Choice Freedom Happiness Leaving Listen Need Quiet Simplicity Wait World Yourself
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

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