The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired. Only after death, only in solitude, does a man’s true nature emerge. In death, as on the chimney sweep’s Saturday night, the soot gets washed from his body.
Franz KafkaIt would have been so pointless to kill himself that, even if he had wanted to, the pointlessness would have made him unable.
Franz KafkaI am on the hunt for constructions. I come into a room and find them whitely merging in a corner.
Franz KafkaThe 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.
Franz Kafka