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“it's impossible to understand how my breast could expand and contract to breathe this air, it's impossible to understand how you can be far away.”

Quote by Franz Kafka

Book:Letters to Milena
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Letters to Milena

This book is a compilation of letters that reveal a deep and personal relationship between two individuals amidst the backdrop of significant historical events. The correspondence offers a glimpse into the complexities of human emotions and the passage of time. more

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Franz Kafka
Franz Kafka

Franz Kafka (July 3, 1883 - June 3, 1924) was an important German-language novelist of the 20th century, known for his unique literary style and profound philosophical thoughts. His works, often themed around loneliness, alienation, and existentialism, have had a profound impact on literature and philosophy. more

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“I have tonight begun reading a stupid, shitty book by Kerouac called Big Sur, and I would give a ball to wake up tomorrow on some empty ridge with a herd of beatniks grazing in the clearing about 200 yards below the house. And then to squat with the big boomer and feel it on my shoulder with the smell of grease and powder and, later, a little blood.”

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