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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

I’m thinking only of my illness and my health, though both, the first as well as the second, are you.
FRANZ KAFKA

Health Myself Thinking Yourself
Many a book is like a key to unknown chambers within the castle of one’s own self.
FRANZ KAFKA

Book Philosophy Yourself
I’m doing badly, I’m doing well, whichever you prefer.
FRANZ KAFKA

Deep Myself Yourself
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
He was a tool of the boss, without brains or backbone.
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Himself Slave
For myself I am too heavy, and for you too light.
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Light Myself Yourself
Should I be grateful or should I curse the fact that despite all misfortune I can still feel love, an unearthly love but still for earthly objects.
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Feeling Fortune Grateful Love Myself
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
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 always trying to convey something that can’t be conveyed, to explain something which is inexplicable, to tell about something I have in my bones, something which can be expressed only in the bones.
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Explanation Expression Myself Try
You only need to change your direction, said the cat, and ate it up.
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Change Direction Eat Need Yourself
What am I doing here in this endless winter?
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End Myself Winter
I lack nothing. I only needed myself.
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Myself Need Self Love
Beyond a certain point there is no return. This point has to be reached.
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Beyond Inspirational Return
The meaning of life is that it stops.
FRANZ KAFKA

Death Life One Liner Philosophy
I 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 KAFKA

Darkness Deep Different Myself Talk Thinking Writing

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