May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as wel... - Franz Kafka
"May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air."
"May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air."
"A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us."
"Many a book is like a key to unknown chambers within the castle of one’s own self."
"I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us."
"He is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived."
"From a certain point onward there is no longer any turning back."