Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself. – Franz Kafka
Woman, or more precisely put, perhaps, marriage, is the representative of life with which you are meant to come to terms. – Franz Kafka

Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself. – Franz Kafka
Woman, or more precisely put, perhaps, marriage, is the representative of life with which you are meant to come to terms. – Franz Kafka
Sensual love deceives one as to the nature of heavenly love it could not do so alone, but since it unconsciously has the element of heavenly love within it, it can do so. – Franz Kafka
I would always be that same maddening, monstrous mixture of pedantry, egoism, politeness, selfishness, kindliness, sneakiness, larkiness, sociability, loneliness, ambition, ordered calm and hidden intensity. I would cover my life with words. I would spray the whole bloody world with words. – Stephen Fry (b.1957), Moab is my Washpot #INFJ