You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.
FRANZ KAFKAYou are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.
FRANZ KAFKADo 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.
FRANZ KAFKAThe limited circle is pure.
FRANZ KAFKAIn a way, you are poetry material; You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out. Words burst in your essence and you carry their dust in the pores of your ethereal individuality.
FRANZ KAFKAI miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.
FRANZ KAFKAAll I am is literature, and I am not able or willing to be anything else.
FRANZ KAFKASleep is the most innocent creature there is and a sleepless man the most guilty.
FRANZ KAFKALove is a drama of contradictions.
FRANZ KAFKAYou misinterpret everything, even the silence.
FRANZ KAFKAI am in chains. Don’t touch my chains.
FRANZ KAFKAWe photograph things in order to drive them out of our minds. My stories are a way of shutting my eyes.
FRANZ KAFKAKill me, or you are a murderer.
FRANZ KAFKAI’m doing badly, I’m doing well, whichever you prefer.
FRANZ KAFKALast 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.
FRANZ KAFKABetter to have, and not need, than to need, and not have.
FRANZ KAFKAAll language is but a poor translation.
FRANZ KAFKA