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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

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
Sleep is the most innocent creature there is and a sleepless man the most guilty.
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Guilty Man Wake Up
I can love only what I can place so high above me that I cannot reach it.
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Love Myself Place
They’re talking about things of which they don’t have the slightest understanding, anyway. It’s only because of their stupidity that they’re able to be so sure of themselves.
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Stupidity Talk Understand
We photograph things in order to drive them out of our minds. My stories are a way of shutting my eyes.
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Eyes Mindset Myself Ourselves Photograph Story
Hold fast to the diary from today on! Write regularly! Don’t surrender! Even if no salvation should come, I want to be worthy of it every moment.
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Hold Moments Myself Worth Writing
What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.
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Escape Forget Myself
You can hold yourself back from the sufferings of the world, that is something you are free to do and it accords with your nature, but perhaps this very holding back is the one suffering you could avoid.
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Avoid Freedom Hold Nature Suffering World Yourself
You can choose to be free , but it’s last decision you’ll ever make
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Choice Decision Freedom Yourself
What am I doing here in this endless winter?
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End Myself Winter
I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity.
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Feeling Forever Hands Myself Thinking
Paths are made by walking
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Inspirational Path Walk
Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.
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Ability Beautiful Growth Old See
Slept, awoke, slept, awoke, miserable life.
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Life Wake Up
I have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it.
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Death Desire End Life Myself Resistance
People label themselves with all sorts of adjectives. I can only pronounce myself as ‘nauseatingly miserable beyond repair’.
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Misery People

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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