To die would mean nothing else than to surrender a nothing to the nothing.
Anonymous: It's quite a commitment devoting a blog to one writer, but you're doing a great job. And the other one, drunk on books, is one of my favorites. :) Keep up good work.
Thank you! There is nothing I like more than encouraging messages I receive.
The infinite feeling continues to be as infinite in words as it was in the heart.
— Franz Kafka, from Diaries
One of the most effective means of seduction that Evil has is the challenge to struggle.
It is like the struggle with women, which ends in bed.
Weakness of memory for details and the course of one’s own comprehension of the world — a very bad sign.
'How I need you,' Frieda says to K., 'How forsaken I feel since knowing you, when you are not with me.'
— Franz Kafka, The Castle
Dread of night. Dread of not-night.
Sometimes I think I can expiate all my past and future sins through the aching of my bones…
Sad, jumpy, physically unwell, dread of Prague, in bed.
— Franz Kafka, from The Blue Octavo Notebooks