I Lack Nothing. I Only Needed Myself.

He Is Terribly Afraid Of Dying Because He Hasn’t Yet Lived.

I Passed By The Brothel As Though Past The House Of A Beloved.

If This Is What You Came For, Then I Didn't Send For You. Kafka (note To Himself In Journal)

The Tremendous World I Have Inside My Head. But How Free Myself And Free It Without Being Torn To Pieces. And A Thousand Times Rather Be Torn To Pieces Than Retain It In Me Or Bury It. That, Indeed, Is Why I Am Here, That Is Quite Clear To Me.

I Wanted To Escape The Unrest, To Shut Out The Voices Around Me And Within Me, So I Write.