All I am is literature, and I am not able or willing to be anything else.
FRANZ KAFKAWriting is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.
More Franz Kafka Quotes
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I can love only what I can place so high above me that I cannot reach it.
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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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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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I lack nothing. I only needed myself.
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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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Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.
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I am in chains. Don’t touch my chains.
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I am free and that is why I am lost.
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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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A First Sign of the Beginning of Understanding is the Wish to Die.
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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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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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Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.
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You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.
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I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.
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