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

Franz Kafka

Sleep is the most innocent creature there is and a sleepless man the most guilty.
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Guilty Man Wake Up
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
A First Sign of the Beginning of Understanding is the Wish to Die.
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Beginning Death Understand
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
Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.
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Cold Deep Oneself Philosophy Solitude Writing
The truth is always an abyss. One must — as in a swimming pool — dare to dive from the quivering springboard of trivial everyday experience and sink into the depths, in order to later rise again — laughing and fighting for breath — to the now doubly illuminated surface of things.
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Breathe Experience Fight Laughter Rise Truth
The limited circle is pure.
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Limitation Pure
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
I am in chains. Don’t touch my chains.
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Myself Touch
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
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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Acceptance Lie Necessary Need Rule World Yourself
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
What am I doing here in this endless winter?
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End Myself Winter
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
Please — consider me a dream.
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Dream Myself
Even the merest gesture is holy if it is filled with faith.
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Faith Simplicity

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