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Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.

Franz Kafka

It would have been so pointless to kill himself that, even if he had wanted to, the pointlessness would have made him unable.
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Death Himself Kill Philosophy
First impressions are always unreliable.
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Appearance One Liner
It is not necessary to accept everything as true, one must only accept it as necessary.’ ‘A melancholy conclusion,’ said K. ‘It turns lying into a universal principle.
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Acceptance Lying Necessary Principle True
You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart; imagine my heartbeat when you are in this state.
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Heart Imagination Quiet Yourself
Love is a drama of contradictions.
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Love One Liner
I can love only what I can place so high above me that I cannot reach it.
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Love Myself Place
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
All I am is literature, and I am not able or willing to be anything else.
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Literature Myself Willing
I am always trying to convey something that can’t be conveyed, to explain something which is inexplicable, to tell about something I have in my bones, something which can be expressed only in the bones.
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Explanation Expression Myself Try
Even the merest gesture is holy if it is filled with faith.
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Faith Simplicity
Beyond a certain point there is no return. This point has to be reached.
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Beyond Inspirational Return
Better to have, and not need, than to need, and not have.
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Deep Material Need Philosophy
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
I do not read advertisements. I would spend all of my time wanting things.
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Myself Reading Time
Sleep is the most innocent creature there is and a sleepless man the most guilty.
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Guilty Man Wake Up
What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.
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Escape Forget Myself

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