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You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.

Franz Kafka

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
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
In man’s struggle against the world, bet on the world.
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Man Struggle World
People label themselves with all sorts of adjectives. I can only pronounce myself as ‘nauseatingly miserable beyond repair’.
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Misery People
I am in chains. Don’t touch my chains.
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Myself Touch
A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.
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Sanity Writing
You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.
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Love Yourself
It certainly was not my intention to make you suffer, yet I have done so; obviously it never will be my intention to make you suffer, yet I shall always do so.
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Myself Suffering Yourself
I do not speak as I think, I do not think as I should, and so it all goes on in helpless darkness.
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Darkness Help Myself Talk Thinking
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
I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.
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Feeling Happiness Myself True
A First Sign of the Beginning of Understanding is the Wish to Die.
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Beginning Death Understand
There is an infinite amount of hope in the universe, but not for us.
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Break Up Hope Sadness World
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
He was a tool of the boss, without brains or backbone.
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Himself Slave
You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart; imagine my heartbeat when you are in this state.
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Heart Imagination Quiet Yourself

You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.

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