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I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought to think, and so it all proceeds into deepest darkness.

Franz Kafka

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
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
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
I do not read advertisements. I would spend all of my time wanting things.
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Myself Reading Time
Please — consider me a dream.
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Dream Myself
The limited circle is pure.
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Limitation Pure
Most men are not wicked, They are sleep-walkers, not evil evildoers.
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Deep Evil Man Walk
Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.
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Cold Deep Oneself Philosophy Solitude Writing
Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.
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Ability Beautiful Growth Old See
I’m doing badly, I’m doing well, whichever you prefer.
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Deep Myself Yourself
I am free and that is why I am lost.
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Freedom Lost Myself One Liner Philosophy
Believing in progress does not mean believing that any progress has yet been made.
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Believe Deep Success
Now I can look at you in peace; I don’t eat you any more.
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Eat Myself Peace Yourself
A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us.
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Book One Liner Sea
The truth is always an abyss. One must — as in a swimming pool — dare to dive from the quivering springboard of trivial everyday experience and sink into the depths, in order to later rise again — laughing and fighting for breath — to the now doubly illuminated surface of things.
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Breathe Experience Fight Laughter Rise Truth
You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.
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Love 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
Evil is whatever distracts.
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Evil One Liner
I am a cage, in search of a bird.
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Myself Search
I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person.
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Easy Mindset Myself People Person
You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.
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Heart Myself Quiet Yourself
So eager are our people to obliterate the present.
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Ourselves People Present
You can choose to be free , but it’s last decision you’ll ever make
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Choice Decision Freedom Yourself
You misinterpret everything, even the silence.
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Silence Yourself
I need solitude for my writing; not ‘like a hermit’ – that wouldn’t be enough – but like a dead man.
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Dead Enough Man Myself Need Pain Solitude Writing
Sleep is the most innocent creature there is and a sleepless man the most guilty.
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Guilty Man Wake Up
What am I doing here in this endless winter?
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End Myself Winter

I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought to think, and so it all proceeds into deepest darkness.

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