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 y… - Franz Kafka

My doubts stand in a circle around every word, I see them before I see the word, but what then! I do not see the word at all, I invent it.

Logic may indeed be unshakeable, but it cannot withstand a man who is determined to live.

"Alas," said the mouse, "the whole world is growing smaller every day. At the beginning it was so big that I was afraid, I kept running and running, and I was glad when I saw walls far away to the right and left, but these long walls have narrowed so quickly that I am in the last chamber already, and there in the corner stands the trap that I must run into."
"You only need to change your direction," said the cat, and ate it up.