I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more
Franz KafkaIf there is a transmigration of souls then I am not yet on the bottom rung. My life is a hesitation before birth.
Franz KafkaJust think how many thoughts a blanket smothers while one lies alone in bed, and how many unhappy dreams it keeps warm.
Franz Kafka