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I need solitude for my writing; not ‘like a hermit’ – that wouldn’t be enough – but like a dead man.

Franz Kafka

There art two cardinal sins from which all others spring: Impatience and Laziness.
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Art Patience Sin
Love is, that you are the knife which I plunge into myself.
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Deep Love Myself
Logic may indeed be unshakeable, but it cannot withstand a man who is determined to live.
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Determination Live Logic Man
He was a tool of the boss, without brains or backbone.
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Himself Slave
Written kisses don’t reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts.
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Destination Kiss Writing
I do not read advertisements. I would spend all of my time wanting things.
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Myself Reading Time
My guiding principle is this: Guilt is never to be doubted.
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Doubt Guilty Myself Principle
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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Explanation Myself Understand
I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.
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Feeling Happiness Myself True
Do you know, darling? When you became involved with others you quite possibly stepped down a level or two, but If you become involved with me, you will be throwing yourself into the abyss.
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Possible Quite Yourself
You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.
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Heart Myself Quiet Yourself
As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.
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Bed Dream Easy Himself Morning Transformation Wake Up
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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Dream Myself Night Remember Yourself
Even if no salvation should come, I want to be worthy of it at every moment.
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Moments Myself Worth
Evil is whatever distracts.
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Evil One Liner
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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Bed Dream Happiness Lie Thinking

I need solitude for my writing; not ‘like a hermit’ – that wouldn’t be enough – but like a dead man.

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