It's sometimes quite astonishing that a single, average life is enough to encompass so much that it's at all possible ever to have any success in one's work here.

If the literature we are reading does not wake us, why then do we read it? A literary work must be an ice-axe to break the sea frozen inside us.

I'm thinking only of my illness and my health, though both, the first as well as the second, are you.

You can choose to be free , but it's last decision you'll ever make

If this is what you came for, then I didn't send for you. Kafka (note to himself in journal)

Writing is a sweet, wonderful reward.

For we are like tree trunks in the snow. In appearance they lie smoothly and a little push should be enough to set them rolling. No, it can't be done, for they are firmly wedded to the ground. But see, even that is only appearance.