Written kisses don't reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts.
Franz KafkaArt flies around truth, but with the definite intention of not getting burnt. Its capacity lies in finding in the dark void a place where the beam of light can be intensely caught, without this having been perceptible before.
Franz KafkaI have hardly anything in common with myself and should stand very quietly in a corner, content that I can breathe.
Franz Kafka