At that point I asked myself: How is it that she is not amazed at herself, that she keeps her lips closed and makes no such remark?
Franz KafkaI want in fact more of you. In my mind I am dressing you with light; I am wrapping you up in blankets of complete acceptance and then I give myself to you. I long for you; I who usually long without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you.
Franz Kafka