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You misinterpret everything, even the silence.

Franz Kafka

Better to have, and not need, than to need, and not have.
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Deep Material Need Philosophy
I need solitude for my writing; not ‘like a hermit’ – that wouldn’t be enough – but like a dead man.
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Dead Enough Man Myself Need Pain Solitude Writing
I am a cage, in search of a bird.
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Myself Search
By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired.
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Believe Creation Desire Existence Passion
Now I can look at you in peace; I don’t eat you any more.
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Eat Myself Peace Yourself
Nothing unites two people so completely, especially if, like you and me, all they have is words.
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People Unity Word
You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.
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Heart Myself Quiet Yourself
Paths are made by walking
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Inspirational Path Walk
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
Love is a drama of contradictions.
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Love One Liner
So eager are our people to obliterate the present.
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Ourselves People Present
First impressions are always unreliable.
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Appearance One Liner
The Kafka paradox: art depends on truth, but truth, being indivisable, cannot know itself: to tell the truth is to lie. Thus the writer is the truth, and yet when he speaks he lies.
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Art Deep Lying Philosophy Talk Truth Writing
He is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived.
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Afraid Death Deep Himself Live
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
A First Sign of the Beginning of Understanding is the Wish to Die.
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Beginning Death Understand

You misinterpret everything, even the silence.

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