I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.
FRANZ KAFKAI miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.
FRANZ KAFKAI need solitude for my writing; not ‘like a hermit’ – that wouldn’t be enough – but like a dead man.
FRANZ KAFKAA book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.
FRANZ KAFKAPeople label themselves with all sorts of adjectives. I can only pronounce myself as ‘nauseatingly miserable beyond repair’.
FRANZ KAFKAEvil is whatever distracts.
FRANZ KAFKAPlease — consider me a dream.
FRANZ KAFKAYou are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.
FRANZ KAFKAI 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.
FRANZ KAFKAThe 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.
FRANZ KAFKAFor myself I am too heavy, and for you too light.
FRANZ KAFKAHe is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived.
FRANZ KAFKAFirst impressions are always unreliable.
FRANZ KAFKAI think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us.
FRANZ KAFKAI’m thinking only of my illness and my health, though both, the first as well as the second, are you.
FRANZ KAFKAIt certainly was not my intention to make you suffer, yet I have done so; obviously it never will be my intention to make you suffer, yet I shall always do so.
FRANZ KAFKAMany a book is like a key to unknown chambers within the castle of one’s own self.
FRANZ KAFKA