Written kisses don't reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts.

The thornbush is the old obstacle in the road. It must catch fire if you want to go further.

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)

I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones. Basically it is nothing other than this fear we have so often talked about, but fear spread to everything, fear of the greatest as of the smallest, fear, paralyzing fear of pronouncing a word, although this fear may not only be fear but also a longing for something greater than all that is fearful.

When one has once accepted and absorbed Evil, it no longer demands to be believed.

. . . The books we need are the kind that act upon us like a misfortune, that make us suffer like the death of someone we love more than ourselves, that make us feel as though we were on the verge of suicide, or lost in a forest remote from all human habitation-a book should serve as an axe for the frozen sea within us.