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Just think how many thoughts a blanket smothers while one lies alone in bed, and how many unhappy dreams it keeps warm.

Franz Kafka

In man’s struggle against the world, bet on the world.
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Man Struggle World
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
The truth is always an abyss. One must — as in a swimming pool — dare to dive from the quivering springboard of trivial everyday experience and sink into the depths, in order to later rise again — laughing and fighting for breath — to the now doubly illuminated surface of things.
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Breathe Experience Fight Laughter Rise Truth
The person I am in the company of my sisters has been entirely different from the person I am in the company of other people. Fearless, powerful, surprising, moved as I otherwise am only when I write.
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Company Different Fear Myself People Person Powerful Writing
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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Eyes Mindset Myself Ourselves Photograph Story
A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.
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Sanity Writing
I’m doing badly, I’m doing well, whichever you prefer.
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Deep Myself Yourself
Believing in progress does not mean believing that any progress has yet been made.
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Believe Deep Success
You only need to change your direction, said the cat, and ate it up.
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Change Direction Eat Need Yourself
Beyond a certain point there is no return. This point has to be reached.
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Beyond Inspirational Return
Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.
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Ability Beautiful Growth Old See
Sleep is the most innocent creature there is and a sleepless man the most guilty.
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Guilty Man Wake Up
I am a cage, in search of a bird.
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Myself Search
You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.
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Love Yourself
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
Slept, awoke, slept, awoke, miserable life.
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Life Wake Up

Just think how many thoughts a blanket smothers while one lies alone in bed, and how many unhappy dreams it keeps warm.

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