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"And Where, I Ask You, Can A Man Escape To, When He Hasn't Enough Madness Left Inside Him? The Truth
"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.)
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More Posts from Kafkaesquebibliomaniac
"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.)
"The things we see are the same things that are within us. There is no reality except the one contained within us. That is why so many people live such an unreal life. They take the images outside them for reality and never allow the world within to assert itself."
-Hermann Hesse, Demian: The Story of Emil Sinclair.-
( Artwork Midnight Overthinking by Miles Johnston).
"I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more."
-Franz Kafka, The Castle.-
(Artwork by Anne Magill.)
From A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens.
"What makes the desert beautiful,' said the Little Prince, 'is that somewhere it hides a well..."
-Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince-
(Artwork Loneliness by Salvador Dali.)