There’s nothing wrong with not looking like something. It just means you don’t fit the stereotype yet.

When I wake up, my pillow’s cold and damp with tears. But tears for what? I have no idea.

The ground we stand on looks solid enough, but if something happens it can drop right out from under you.

In order to pin down reality as realilty, we need another reality to relativize the first. Yet that other reality requires a third reality to serve as its grounding. An endless chain is created within our consciousness, and it is the maintenance of this chain which produces the sensation that we are actually here, that we ourselves exist.

What we call the present is given shape by an accumulation of the past.

And it was the kind of thing that loses the most important nuances when reduced to words. He had never told anyone about it, and he probably never would.

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.