Written kisses don't reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts.
Franz KafkaWas he an animal, that music could move him so? He felt as if the way to the unknown nourishment he longed for were coming to light.
Franz KafkaThe door could not be heard slamming; they had probably left it open, as is the custom in homes where a great misfortune has occurred.
Franz KafkaPicasso only registers the deformities which have not yet penetrated our consciousness. Art is a mirror which goes 'fast' like a watch - sometimes.
Franz Kafka