I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound or stab us. If the book we're reading doesn't wake us up with a blow to the head, what are we reading for? So that it will make us happy, as...
We photograph things in order to drive them out of our minds. My stories are a way of shutting my eyes.
I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought to think, and so it all proceeds into deepest darkness.
كتابة الرسائل .. تعني أن تعري نفسكَ أمام الأشباح ، و هو شيء لطالما كانوا ينتظرونه بفارغ الصبر. كتابة القُبل فيها لا يعني أنها ستصل إلى مكانها المقصود ، بينما على العكس ، يتخطفها الأشباح على طول الطريق...
انه النسيان الالف للحلم الذي ترائي الف مره , و تم نسيانه الف مره
الألم يكمن في صدغي متربصًا، فهل كانت نبلة كيوبيد قد صوبت في اتجاه صدغي بدلًا من تصويبها نحو قلبي
أنا عندما أتحدث إليك أنسي كل شيء حتى أنت
أمام القانون- فرانز كافكا
There is nothing bad to fear; once you have crossed that threshold, all is well. Another world, and you do not have to speak
There am I. I cannot leave. I have nothing to complain about. I do not suffer excessively, for I do not suffer consistently, it does not pile up, at least I do not feel it for the time being, and the...
The door could not be heard slamming; they had probably left it open, as is the custom in homes where a great misfortune has occurred.
Sometimes I have the feeling that we're in one room with two opposite doors and each of us holds the handle of one door, one of us flicks an eyelash and the other is already behind his door, and now t...
Now, quite apart from the fact that the doors were locked, should he really call out for help? In spite of all his distress, he was unable to suppress a smile at this idea.
Next time I come here, he said to himself, I must either bring sweets with me to make them like me or a stick to hit them with.
My grandfather used to say: Life is astoundingly short. To me, looking back over it, life seems so foreshortened that I scarcely understand, for instance, how a young man can decide to ride over to th...
Life is astonishingly short. As I look back over it, life seems so foreshortened to me that I can hardly understand, for instance, how a young man can decide to ride over to the next village without b...
It's always questionable to intervene decisively in strange circumstances.
In the struggle between yourself and the world, hold the world’s coat.
I hope it is nothing serious. On the other hand, I must also say that we business people, luckily or unluckily, however one looks at it, very often simply have to overcome a slight indisposition for b...
I have now, and have had since this afternoon, a great yearning to write all of my anxiety entirely out of me.