Ours is a lost generation, it may be, but it is more blameless than those earlier generations.

There they lay, but not in the forgetfulness of the previous night. She was seeking and he was seeking, they raged and contorted their faces and bored their heads into each others bosom in the urgency of seeking something, and their embraces and their tossing limbs did not avail to make them forget, but only reminded them of what they sought

Written kisses never arrive at their destination; the ghosts drink them up along the way.

A belief is like a guillotine, just as heavy, just as light.

There are questions we could not get past if we were not set free from them by our very nature.

Someone must have slandered Josef K., for one morning, without having done anything truly wrong, he was arrested.

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.