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All I am is literature, and I am not able or willing to be anything else.

Franz Kafka

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
Please — consider me a dream.
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Dream Myself
He was a tool of the boss, without brains or backbone.
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Himself Slave
Evil is whatever distracts.
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Evil One Liner
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
There art two cardinal sins from which all others spring: Impatience and Laziness.
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Art Patience Sin
You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait, be quiet, still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.
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Choice Freedom Happiness Leaving Listen Need Quiet Simplicity Wait World Yourself
It’s only because of their stupidity that they’re able to be so sure of themselves.
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Philosophy Stupidity
Written kisses don’t reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts.
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Destination Kiss Writing
A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.
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Book One Liner Sea
Even if no salvation should come, I want to be worthy of it at every moment.
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Moments Myself Worth
Believing in progress does not mean believing that any progress has yet been made.
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Believe Deep Success
I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.
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Deep I Miss You Myself
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
From a certain point onward there is no longer any turning back. That is the point that must be reached.
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Inspirational 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

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