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This tremendous world I have inside of me. How to free myself, and this world, without tearing myself to pieces. And rather tear myself to a thousand pieces than be buried with this world within me.

Franz Kafka

He was a tool of the boss, without brains or backbone.
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Himself Slave
I have hardly anything in common with myself and should stand very quietly in a corner, content that I can breathe.
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Breathe Myself Quiet
You can choose to be free , but it’s last decision you’ll ever make
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Choice Decision Freedom Yourself
A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.
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Sanity Writing
Every revolution evaporates and leaves behind only the slime of a new bureaucracy.
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Leaving Politics Revolution
Evil is whatever distracts.
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Evil One Liner
Better to have, and not need, than to need, and not have.
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Deep Material Need Philosophy
Even if no salvation should come, I want to be worthy of it at every moment.
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Moments Myself Worth
I am a cage, in search of a bird.
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Myself Search
A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.
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Book One Liner Sea
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
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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Feeling Forever Hands Myself Thinking
No, said the priest, you don’t need to accept everything as true, you only have to accept it as necessary. Depressing view, said K. The lie made into the rule of the world.
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Acceptance Lie Necessary Need Rule World Yourself
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
All I am is literature, and I am not able or willing to be anything else.
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Literature Myself Willing
I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more
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Dream Each Other Hide Myself See

This tremendous world I have inside of me. How to free myself, and this world, without tearing myself to pieces. And rather tear myself to a thousand pieces than be buried with this world within me.

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