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

It would be very unjust to say that you deserted me, but that I was deserted, and sometimes terribly so, is true.

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.

My job is unbearable to me because it conflicts with my only desire and my only calling, which is literature. Since I am nothing but literature and can and want to be nothing else, my job will never take possession of me, it may, however, shatter me completely, and this is by no means a remote possibility.