Franz Kafka

As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a monstrous bedbug.

If the book we are reading does not wake us, as with a fist hammering on our skulls, then why do we read it?

There is hope, but not for us.

Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.

Every revolution evaporates and leaves behind only the slime of a new bureaucracy.

Evil is whatever distracts.

From a certain point onward there is no longer any turning back. That is the point that must be reached.

I do not read advertisements. I would spend all of my time wanting things.

I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.

Idleness is the beginning of all vice, the crown of all virtues.

If I shall exist eternally, how shall I exist tomorrow?