They’re talking about things of which they don’t have the slightest understanding, anyway. It’s only because of their stupidity that they’re able to be so sure of themselves.
FRANZ KAFKAI need solitude for my writing; not ‘like a hermit’ – that wouldn’t be enough – but like a dead man.
More Franz Kafka Quotes
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I do not read advertisements. I would spend all of my time wanting things.
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Every revolution evaporates and leaves behind only the slime of a new bureaucracy.
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A First Sign of the Beginning of Understanding is the Wish to Die.
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I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us.
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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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It is not necessary to accept everything as true, one must only accept it as necessary.’ ‘A melancholy conclusion,’ said K. ‘It turns lying into a universal principle.
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Logic may indeed be unshakeable, but it cannot withstand a man who is determined to live.
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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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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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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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I’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.
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There art two cardinal sins from which all others spring: Impatience and Laziness.
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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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Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally you somehow caught fire.
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For myself I am too heavy, and for you too light.
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