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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

The meaning of life is that it stops.
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Death Life One Liner Philosophy
He was a tool of the boss, without brains or backbone.
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Himself Slave
Books are a narcotic.
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Book One Liner
I have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it.
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Death Desire End Life Myself Resistance
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
Believing in progress does not mean believing that any progress has yet been made.
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Believe Deep Success
I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us.
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Book Kind Myself Thinking Wound
I do not read advertisements. I would spend all of my time wanting things.
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Myself Reading Time
I’m doing badly, I’m doing well, whichever you prefer.
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Deep Myself Yourself
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
Most men are not wicked, They are sleep-walkers, not evil evildoers.
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Deep Evil Man Walk
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
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
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
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
Even if no salvation should come, I want to be worthy of it at every moment.
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Moments Myself Worth

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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