The limited circle is pure.
FRANZ KAFKA
I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us.
More Franz Kafka Quotes
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The limited circle is pure.
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We photograph things in order to drive them out of our minds. My stories are a way of shutting my eyes.
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Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.
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Believing in progress does not mean believing that any progress has yet been made.
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I do not speak as I think, I do not think as I should, and so it all goes on in helpless darkness.
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I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought to think, and so it all proceeds into deepest darkness.
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It’s only because of their stupidity that they’re able to be so sure of themselves.
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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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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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Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.
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As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.
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I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.
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I’m doing badly, I’m doing well, whichever you prefer.
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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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All language is but a poor translation.
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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.
FRANZ KAFKA