“Shoulder to shoulder, a coordinated movement of the people, their blood no longer confined in the limited circulation of the body but rolling sweetly and yet still returning through the infinite extent of China.” — Kafka, Franz Copy Share Image
“Writing letters...means to denude oneself before the ghosts, something for which they greedily wait. Written kisses don't reach their destination, rather they are drunk… — Kafka, Franz Copy Share Image
“He had probably been thrown out of a wine shop, and it hadn't quite dawned on him yet.” — Kafka, Franz Copy Share Image
“And who is it that gives you your strength? He who gives you your clear vision.” — Kafka, Franz Copy Share Image
“Shoulder to shoulder, a coordinated movement of the people, their blood no longer confined in the limited circulation of the body but rolling sweetly… — Kafka, Franz Copy Share Image