You're not cross with me, though?" he said. She pulled her hand away and answered, "No, no, I'm never cross with anyone.
Franz KafkaThis perversion of the truth, familiar to the artist though it was, always unnerved him afresh and proved too much for him. What was a consequence of the premature ending of his fast was here presented as the cause of it! To fight against this lack of understanding, against a whole world of nonunderstanding, was impossible.
Franz KafkaOne tells as few lies as possible only by telling as few lies as possible, and not by having the least possible opportunity to do so.
Franz KafkaOne has just been sent out as a biblical dove, has found nothing green, and slips back into the darkness of the Ark
Franz Kafka