I hate everything that does not relate to literature, conversations bore me (even if they relate to literature), to visit people bores me, the sorrows and joys of my relatives bore me to the very soul. Conversation takes the importance, the seriousness, the truth, out of everything I think.

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

The Kafka paradox: art depends on truth, but truth, being indivisable, cannot know itself: to tell the truth is to lie. thus the writer is the truth, and yet when he speakes he lies.

One advantage in keeping a diary is that you become aware with reassuring clarity of the changes which you constantly suffer.

I carry the bars within me.

What's happened to me,' he thought. It was no dream.

One morning, as Gregor Samsa was waking up from anxious dreams, he discovered that in his bed he had been changed into a monstrous bug.