Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself. – Franz Kafka
How pathetically scanty my self-knowledge is compared with, say, my knowledge of my room. There is no such thing as observation of the inner world, as there is of the outer world. – Franz Kafka
A book must be an ice-axe to break the seas frozen inside our soul. – Franz Kafka
We are sinful not only because we have eaten of the Tree of Knowledge, but also because we have not yet eaten of the Tree of Life. The state in which we are is sinful, irrespective of guilt. – Franz Kafka
An artist, in giving a concert, should not demand an entrance fee but should ask the public to pay, just before leaving as much as they like. From the sum he would be able to judge what the world thinks of him — and we would have fewer mediocre concerts. – Kit Coleman, Kit Coleman: Queen of Hearts