Kafka is one of my very favorite writers. Kafka's fictional world is already so complete that trying to follow in his steps is not just pointless, but quite risky, too. What I see myself doing, rather, is writing novels where, in my own way, I dismantle the fictional world of Kafka that itself dismantled the existing novelistic system.

Be fearless, be brave, be bold, love yourself

Like flowers scattered in a storm, a man's life is a long farewell.

Everything. Things you lost. Things you’re gonna lose. Everything. Here’s where it all ties together.

...most people in the world don't really use their brains to think. And people who don't think are the ones who don't listen to others.

I had my jazz club and I had enough money. So I didn't have to write for my living.

Don't pointless things have a place, too, in this far-from-perfect world?