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Do you realize that people don't know how to read Kafka simply because they want to decipher him? Instead of letting themselves be carried away by his unequaled imagination, they look for allegories — and come up with nothing but clichés: life is absurd (or it is not absurd), God is beyond reach (or within reach), etc. You can understand nothing about art, particularly modern art, if you do not understand that imagination is a value in itself.
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More Quotes by Franz Kafka
But what if all the tranquility, all the comfort, all the contentment were now to come to a horrifying end?
Having a trial like that means losing a trial like that (Sufrir un proceso es casi haberlo perdido)
But sleep? On a night like this? What an idea! Just think of how many thoughts a blanket smothers while one lies alone in bed, and how many unhappy dreams it keeps warm.
You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.
The books we need are of the kind that act upon us like a misfortune, that makes us suffer like the death of someone we love more than ourselves, that make us feel as though we were on the verge of suicide, lost in a forest remote from all human habitation.
Un libro dev'essere un'ascia per il mare ghiacciato che è dentro di noi.
Every thing you love is very likely to be lost, but in the end, love will return in a different way.
I have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it.
No writer in our time has been more isolated than Kafka, and yet few have achieved communication as well as he did.
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 your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more
