Every man is his own law court and punishes himself enough.

The conversation seemed just as boring and forgettable as details of American history around 1805, for example.

Anticipation! It occurred to him that his anticipation was more pleasant to him than the experiencing.

In view of the fact that I surround myself with numbskulls now, I shall die among numbskulls, and on my deathbed shall be surrounded by numbskulls who will not understand what I am saying ... Whom am I sleeping with these days ? Franz Kafka.

How was it possible to be afraid and in love... The two things did not go together. How was it possible to be afraid, when the two of them grew stronger together every day? And every night. Every night was different, and every morning. Together they possessed a miracle.

My imagination functions much better when I don't have to speak to people.

How easy it was to lie when one had to lie!