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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

You only need to change your direction, said the cat, and ate it up.
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Change Direction Eat Need Yourself
A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.
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Sanity Writing
I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.
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Explanation Myself Understand
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
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
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
I have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it.
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Death Desire End Life Myself Resistance
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
In a way, you are poetry material; You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out. Words burst in your essence and you carry their dust in the pores of your ethereal individuality.
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Life Material Poetry Way Willing Yourself
I am in chains. Don’t touch my chains.
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Myself Touch
Love is a drama of contradictions.
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Love One Liner
Forget everything. Open the windows. Clear the room. The wind blows through it. You see only its emptiness, you search in every corner and don’t find yourself.
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Empty Forget Philosophy Search Yourself
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
As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.
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Bed Dream Easy Himself Morning Transformation Wake Up
He is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived.
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Afraid Death Deep Himself Live
Most men are not wicked, They are sleep-walkers, not evil evildoers.
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Deep Evil Man Walk

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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