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I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more

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You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.
But what if all the tranquility, all the comfort, all the contentment were now to come to a horrifying end?
Every thing you love is very likely to be lost, but in the end, love will return in a different way.
This brings me back to the image of Kafka standing before a fish in the Berlin aquarium, a fish on which his gaze fell in a newly found peace after he decided not to eat animals. Kafka recognized that fish as a member of his invisible family- not as his equal, of course, but as another being that was his concern.
You wouldn't believe the kind of person I could become if you wanted it.
No writer in our time has been more isolated than Kafka, and yet few have achieved communication as well as he did.
But sleep? On a night like this? What an idea! Just think of how many thoughts a blanket smothers while one lies alone in bed, and how many unhappy dreams it keeps warm.
san otkriva stvarnost za kojom predstava zaostaje.strashno potiche od zhivota – potresno od umetnosti.
Un libro dev'essere un'ascia per il mare ghiacciato che è dentro di noi.
Having a trial like that means losing a trial like that (Sufrir un proceso es casi haberlo perdido)