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I lack nothing. I only needed myself.

Franz Kafka

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
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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Company Different Fear Myself People Person Powerful Writing
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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Angel Hell Myself Sing
I lack nothing. I only needed myself.
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Myself Need Self Love
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
A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.
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Sanity Writing
Love is, that you are the knife which I plunge into myself.
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Deep Love Myself
What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.
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Escape Forget Myself
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
By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired.
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Believe Creation Desire Existence Passion
Better to have, and not need, than to need, and not have.
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Deep Material Need Philosophy
Forget everything. Open the windows. Clear the room. The wind blows through it. You see only its emptiness, you search in every corner and don’t find yourself.
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Empty Forget Philosophy Search Yourself
There art two cardinal sins from which all others spring: Impatience and Laziness.
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Art Patience Sin
Books are a narcotic.
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Book One Liner
Every revolution evaporates and leaves behind only the slime of a new bureaucracy.
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Leaving Politics Revolution
May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.
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Kiss Misery Myself Night Paper Yourself

I lack nothing. I only needed myself.

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