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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.

Franz Kafka

Slept, awoke, slept, awoke, miserable life.
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Life Wake Up
Love is, that you are the knife which I plunge into myself.
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Deep Love Myself
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
Nothing unites two people so completely, especially if, like you and me, all they have is words.
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People Unity Word
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.
FRANZ KAFKA

Art Deep Lying Philosophy Talk Truth Writing
Every revolution evaporates and leaves behind only the slime of a new bureaucracy.
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Leaving Politics Revolution
I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought to think, and so it all proceeds into deepest darkness.
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Darkness Deep Different Myself Talk Thinking Writing
I lack nothing. I only needed myself.
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Myself Need Self Love
There is an infinite amount of hope in the universe, but not for us.
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Break Up Hope Sadness World
Should I be grateful or should I curse the fact that despite all misfortune I can still feel love, an unearthly love but still for earthly objects.
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Feeling Fortune Grateful Love Myself
By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired.
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Believe Creation Desire Existence Passion
There art two cardinal sins from which all others spring: Impatience and Laziness.
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Art Patience Sin
Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.
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Cold Deep Oneself Philosophy Solitude Writing
Written kisses don’t reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts.
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Destination Kiss Writing
You only need to change your direction, said the cat, and ate it up.
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Change Direction Eat Need Yourself
You can choose to be free , but it’s last decision you’ll ever make
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Choice Decision Freedom Yourself

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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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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