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He was a tool of the boss, without brains or backbone.

Franz Kafka

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
Nothing unites two people so completely, especially if, like you and me, all they have is words.
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People Unity Word
I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us.
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Book Kind Myself Thinking Wound
You can hold yourself back from the sufferings of the world, that is something you are free to do and it accords with your nature, but perhaps this very holding back is the one suffering you could avoid.
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Avoid Freedom Hold Nature Suffering World Yourself
Slept, awoke, slept, awoke, miserable life.
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Life Wake Up
Please — consider me a dream.
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Dream Myself
I lack nothing. I only needed myself.
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Myself Need Self Love
Love is, that you are the knife which I plunge into myself.
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Deep Love Myself
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
A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.
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Sanity Writing
This tremendous world I have inside of me. How to free myself, and this world, without tearing myself to pieces. And rather tear myself to a thousand pieces than be buried with this world within me.
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Freedom Myself Philosophy Pieces World
Even if no salvation should come, I want to be worthy of it at every moment.
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Moments Myself Worth
You misinterpret everything, even the silence.
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Silence Yourself
Kill me, or you are a murderer.
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Deep Kill Myself 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
I can love only what I can place so high above me that I cannot reach it.
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Love Myself Place

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