Going to pieces. To go to pieces so pointlessly and unnecessarily.

We photograph things in order to drive them out of our minds. My stories are a way of shutting my eyes.

Someone must have slandered Josef K., for one morning, without having done anything truly wrong, he was arrested.

One has just been sent out as a biblical dove, has found nothing green, and slips back into the darkness of the Ark

Why do we complain about the Fall? It is not on its account that we were expelled from Paradise, but on account of the Tree of Life, lest we might eat of it.

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.

Man cannot live without a continuous confidence in something indestructible within himself.