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Many a book is like a key to unknown chambers within the castle of one’s own self.

Franz Kafka

Paths are made by walking
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Inspirational Path Walk
What am I doing here in this endless winter?
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End Myself Winter
I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more
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Dream Each Other Hide Myself See
Sleep is the most innocent creature there is and a sleepless man the most guilty.
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Guilty Man Wake Up
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
Many a book is like a key to unknown chambers within the castle of one’s own self.
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Book Philosophy Yourself
He is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived.
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Afraid Death Deep Himself Live
Most men are not wicked, They are sleep-walkers, not evil evildoers.
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Deep Evil Man Walk
In 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.
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Life Material Poetry Way Willing Yourself
Please — consider me a dream.
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Dream Myself
People label themselves with all sorts of adjectives. I can only pronounce myself as ‘nauseatingly miserable beyond repair’.
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Misery People
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
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
Beyond a certain point there is no return. This point has to be reached.
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Beyond Inspirational Return
I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.
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Feeling Happiness Myself True
As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.
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Bed Dream Easy Himself Morning Transformation Wake Up

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