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“What do I have in common with Jews? I don't even have anything in common with myself. ”
Franz Kafka
“I want in fact more of you. In my mind I am dressing you with light; I am wrapping you up in blankets of complete acceptance and then I give myself to you. I long for you; I who usually long without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you.”
Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
“Someone must have slandered Josef K., for one morning, without having done anything truly wrong, he was arrested.”
Franz Kafka, The Trial
“Should I be grateful or should I curse the fact that despite all misfortune I can still feel love, an unearthly love but still for earthly objects.”
Franz Kafka, Diaries, 1910-1923
“What's happened to me,' he thought. It was no dream.”
Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis
“Everyone carries a room about inside him. This fact can even be proved by means of the sense of hearing. If someone walks fast and one pricks up one’s ears and listens, say in the night, when everything round about is quiet, one hears, for instance, the rattling of a mirror not quite firmly fastened to the wall.”
Franz Kafka, Blue Octavo Notebooks
“But I’m not guilty,” said K. “there’s been a mistake. How is it even possible for someone to be guilty? We’re all human beings here, one like the other.” “That is true” said the priest “but that is how the guilty speak”
Franz Kafka, The Trial
“Writing is a deeper sleep than death.
Just as one wouldn't pull a corpse from its grave,
I can't be dragged from my desk at night.”
Franz Kafka
“If I could drown in sleep as I drown in fear I would be no longer alive.”
Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
“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.”
Franz Kafka
“If the book we are reading does not wake us, as with a fist hammering on our skull, why then do we read it?”
Franz Kafka
“Pienso que sólo debemos leer libros de los que muerden y pinchan. Si el libro que estamos leyendo no nos obliga a despertarnos como un puñetazo en la cara, ¿para qué molestarnos en leerlo? ¿Para que nos haga felices, como dice tu carta? Cielo santo, ¡seríamos igualmente felices si no tuviéramos ningún libro! Los libros que nos hagan felices podríamos escribirlos nosotros mismos, si no nos quedara otro remedio. Lo que necesitamos son libros que nos golpeen como una desgracia dolorosa, como la muerte de alguien a quien queríamos más que a nosotros mismos, libros que nos hagan sentirnos desterrados a los bosques más remotos, lejos de toda presencia humana, algo semejante al suicidio. Un libro debe ser el hacha que rompa el mar helado dentro de nosotros. Eso es lo que creo”.”
Franz Kafka
“The books we need are of the kind that act upon us like a misfortune,that makes us suffer like the death of someone we love more than ourselves, that make us feel as though we were on the verge of suicide,lost in a forest remote from all human habitation”
Franz Kafka, The Trial
“What I write is different from what I say, what I say is different from what I think, what I think is different from what I ought to think and so it goes further into the deepest darkness.”
Franz Kafka
“You once said that you would like to sit beside me while I write. Listen, in that case I could not write at all. For writing means revealing oneself to excess; that utmost of self-revelation and surrender, in which a human being, when involved with others, would feel he was losing himself, and from which, therefore, he will always shrink as long as he is in his right mind-- for everyone wants to live as long as he is alive-- even the degree of self-revelation and surrender is not enough for writing.
Writing that springs from the surface of existence-- when there is no other way and deeper wells have dried up-- is nothing, and collapses the moment a truer emotion makes the surface shake. That is why one can never be alone enough when one writes, why there can never be enough silence around one when one writes, why even night is not night enough.”
Franz Kafka
“Writing is prayer.”
Franz Kafka
“So then you’re free?’
‘Yes, I’m free,’ said Karl, and nothing seemed more worthless than his freedom.”
Franz Kafka, Amerika
“I only fear danger where I want to fear it.”
Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis
“2 November. This morning, for the first time in a long time, the joy again of imagining a knife twisted in my heart.”
Franz Kafka, Diaries, 1910-1923
“Si el libro que leemos no nos despierta de un puñetazo en el cráneo, ¿para qué leerlo?… Un libro tiene que ser un hacha que rompa el mar de hielo que llevamos dentro.”
Franz Kafka
“My condition is not unhappiness, but it is also not happiness, not indifference, not weakness, not fatigue, not another interest – so what is it then?”
Franz Kafka, Diaries, 1910-1923
“German is my mother tongue and as such more natural to me, but I consider Czech much more affectionate, which is why your letter removes several uncertainties; I see you more clearly, the movements of your body, your hands, so quick, so resolute, it’s almost like a meeting.”
Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
“I like to make use of what I know”
Franz Kafka, The Trial
“I can’t feel a thing; All mournful petal storms are dancing inside the very private spring of my head.”
Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
“If a man has his eyes bound, you can encourage him as much as you like to stare through the bandage, but he'll never see anything.”
Franz Kafka, The Castle
“Go on caring for me.”
Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
“Self-control is something for which I do not strive. Self-control means wanting to be effective at some random point in the infinite radiations of my spiritual existence.”
Franz Kafka
“The sister played so beautifully. Her face was tilted to one side and she followed the notes with soulful and probing eyes. Gregor advanced a little, keeping his eyes low so that they might possibly meet hers. Was he a beast if music could move him so?”
Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis
“You misinterpret everything, even the silence.”
Franz Kafka, The Castle
“I’m doing badly, I’m doing well; whichever you prefer.”
Franz Kafka


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