The thornbush is the old obstacle in the road. It must catch fire if you want to go further.
Franz KafkaThe tremendous world I have inside my head. But how free myself and free it without being torn to pieces. And a thousand times rather be torn to pieces than retain it in me or bury it. That, indeed, is why I am here, that is quite clear to me.
Franz KafkaMay I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.
Franz Kafka