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Kill me, or you are a murderer.

Franz Kafka

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
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 think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us.
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Book Kind Myself Thinking Wound
A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.
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Book One Liner Sea
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
Paths are made by walking
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Inspirational Path Walk
Nothing unites two people so completely, especially if, like you and me, all they have is words.
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People Unity Word
The meaning of life is that it stops.
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Death Life One Liner Philosophy
So eager are our people to obliterate the present.
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Ourselves People Present
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
Hold fast to the diary from today on! Write regularly! Don’t surrender! Even if no salvation should come, I want to be worthy of it every moment.
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Hold Moments Myself Worth Writing
Even if no salvation should come, I want to be worthy of it at every moment.
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Moments Myself Worth
All I am is literature, and I am not able or willing to be anything else.
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Literature Myself Willing
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 miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.
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Deep I Miss You Myself
Do you know, darling? When you became involved with others you quite possibly stepped down a level or two, but If you become involved with me, you will be throwing yourself into the abyss.
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Possible Quite Yourself

Kill me, or you are a murderer.

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