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We photograph things in order to drive them out of our minds. My stories are a way of shutting my eyes.

Franz Kafka

Better to have, and not need, than to need, and not have.
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Deep Material Need Philosophy
I am a cage, in search of a bird.
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Myself Search
People label themselves with all sorts of adjectives. I can only pronounce myself as ‘nauseatingly miserable beyond repair’.
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Misery People
Even the merest gesture is holy if it is filled with faith.
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Faith Simplicity
Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.
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Fashion Inspirational Logic Soul Yourself
My guiding principle is this: Guilt is never to be doubted.
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Doubt Guilty Myself Principle
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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Choice Freedom Happiness Leaving Listen Need Quiet Simplicity Wait World Yourself
All language is but a poor translation.
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Language One Liner Poor
First impressions are always unreliable.
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Appearance One Liner
You only need to change your direction, said the cat, and ate it up.
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Change Direction Eat Need 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
What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.
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Escape Forget Myself
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
Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.
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Cold Deep Oneself Philosophy Solitude Writing
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

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