I Carry The Bars Within

Someone Must Have Slandered Josef K., For One Morning, Without Having Done Anything Truly Wrong, He Was Arrested.

The Purpose Of A Story Is To Be An Axe That Breaks Up The Ice Within Us.

From A Real Antagonist One Gains Boundless Courage.

I No Longer Know If I Wish To Drown Myself In Love, Vodka Or The Sea.

One Tells As Few Lies As Possible Only By Telling As Few Lies As Possible, And Not By Having The Least Possible Opportunity To Do So.