I need solitude for my writing; not 'like a hermit' - that wouldn't be enough - but like a dead man. - Franz Kafka

Writing is prayer.

Faith, like a guillotine. As heavy, as light.

There they lay, but not in the forgetfulness of the previous night. She was seeking and he was seeking, they raged and contorted their faces and bored their heads into each others bosom in the urgency of seeking something, and their embraces and their tossing limbs did not avail to make them forget, but only reminded them of what they sought