Kafka: cries of helplessness in twenty powerful volumes.

I reject all evidence that my fabulous beloved is an ordinary person who worries, watches TV, and has bouts of indigestion.

I do not regret the folly of my youth, but the timidity.

In love, self-love is always at risk.

At sixty, I know little more about wisdom than I did at thirty, but I know a great deal more about folly.

Children use all their wiles to get their way with adults. Adults do the same with children.

Self-deception is nature; hypocrisy is art.