Kafka thought his stories were hilarious. We don't necessarily have that reaction to them, but he certainly laughed his head off every time he read them out loud.

Why do men feel threatened by women?

When we think of the past it's the beautiful things we pick out. We want to believe it was all like that.

In my dreams of this city I am always lost.

Within one's own family, money is not the measure of things, unless the person is an absolute Scrooge. Only the most extreme kind of monster would put a price on everything.

Screw poetry, it’s you I want, your taste, rain on you, mouth on your skin.

What breaks in daybreak? Is it the night? Is it the sun, cracked in two by the horizon like an egg, spilling out light?