"Two People In Love, Alone, Isolated From The World, That's Very Beautiful. But What Would They Nourish

"Two people in love, alone, isolated from the world, that's very beautiful. But what would they nourish their intimate talk with? However contemptible the world may be, they still need it to be able to talk together.'

'They could be silent.' 'Like those two, at the next table?'

Jean Marc laughed. 'Oh, no, no love can survive muteness.

-Milan Kundera, Identity-

(Artwork Alone Together by Malcolm Liepke).

"I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself."

-Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis-

(Artwork by Mimmo Paladino)

"I have no right to call myself one who knows. I was one who seeks, and I still am, but I no longer seek in the stars or in books; I'm beginning to hear the teachings of my blood pulsing within me. My story isn't pleasant, it's not sweet and harmonious like the invented stories; it tastes of folly and bewilderment, of madness and dream, like the life of all people who no longer want to lie to themselves."

-Hermann Hesse, Demian: The Story of Emil Sinclair.-

(Artwork by Eliran Kantor.)

"And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn't enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death agony. The truth is death. You have to choose: death or lies. I've never been able to kill myself."

-Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night-

(Artwork The Smoker by Christopher Thomson.)

"The tremendous world

I have in my head. But how to 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."

-Book: The Diaries of Franz Kafka, 1910-1923-

(Artwork by Miles Johnston.)

“I’m tired and afraid to continue in this tone. This only to tell you the color of the day and my thoughts. It is heavy and hot. A day for silence, nakedness, shady rooms, abandonment. My thoughts are the color of your hair. Monday and a few days thereafter, they will be the color of your eyes.”

-Albert Camus; Letter to Maria Casarès.-

(Artwork by Joseph Lorusso.)