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Books are a narcotic.

Franz Kafka

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
We photograph things in order to drive them out of our minds. My stories are a way of shutting my eyes.
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Eyes Mindset Myself Ourselves Photograph Story
I usually solve problems by letting them devour me.
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Let Go Myself Problem
I’m thinking only of my illness and my health, though both, the first as well as the second, are you.
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Health Myself Thinking Yourself
The right understanding of any matter and a misunderstanding of the same matter do not wholly exclude each other.
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Right Science Understand
Nothing unites two people so completely, especially if, like you and me, all they have is words.
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People Unity Word
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
It certainly was not my intention to make you suffer, yet I have done so; obviously it never will be my intention to make you suffer, yet I shall always do so.
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Myself Suffering Yourself
I am a cage, in search of a bird.
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Myself Search
Youth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty. Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.
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Ability Beautiful Growth Happiness Old Youth
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
Books are a narcotic.
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Book One Liner
Logic may indeed be unshakeable, but it cannot withstand a man who is determined to live.
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Determination Live Logic Man
I lack nothing. I only needed myself.
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Myself Need Self Love
Please — consider me a dream.
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Dream Myself
I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.
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Explanation Myself Understand

Books are a narcotic.

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