Love is a drama of contradictions.
FRANZ KAFKALove is a drama of contradictions.
FRANZ KAFKAI’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.
FRANZ KAFKAI do not speak as I think, I do not think as I should, and so it all goes on in helpless darkness.
FRANZ KAFKAJust think how many thoughts a blanket smothers while one lies alone in bed, and how many unhappy dreams it keeps warm.
FRANZ KAFKAAll I am is literature, and I am not able or willing to be anything else.
FRANZ KAFKAI am free and that is why I am lost.
FRANZ KAFKAThe meaning of life is that it stops.
FRANZ KAFKAMay I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.
FRANZ KAFKAI never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person.
FRANZ KAFKAI 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.
FRANZ KAFKAWhat am I doing here in this endless winter?
FRANZ KAFKAA non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.
FRANZ KAFKAWe photograph things in order to drive them out of our minds. My stories are a way of shutting my eyes.
FRANZ KAFKAI need solitude for my writing; not ‘like a hermit’ – that wouldn’t be enough – but like a dead man.
FRANZ KAFKAYou only need to change your direction, said the cat, and ate it up.
FRANZ KAFKAShould I be grateful or should I curse the fact that despite all misfortune I can still feel love, an unearthly love but still for earthly objects.
FRANZ KAFKA