He is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived. - Franz Kafka

Eternal childhood. Life calls again. It is entirely conceivable that life’s splendour forever lies in wait about each one of us in all its fullness, but veiled from view, deep down, invisible, far off. It is there, though, not hostile, not reluctant, not deaf. If you summon it by the right word, by its right name, it will come. This is the essence of magic, which does not create but summons.

Someone must have slandered Josef K., for one morning, without having done anything truly wrong, he was arrested.

Even that has its reason; it is often better to be in chains than to be free.