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“Have you no hope at all? And do you really live with the thought that when you die, you die, and nothing remains?" "Yes," I said.”
― Albert Camus, The Stranger

“I have discovered your great wound. You are dying from this flower blooming on your side.”
― Franz Kafka, A Country Doctor

“I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound or stab us. If the book we're reading doesn't wake us up with a blow to the head, what are we reading for? So that it will make us happy, as you write? Good Lord, we would be happy precisely if we had no books, and the kind of books that make us happy are the kind we could write ourselves if we had to. But we need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us. That is my belief.”
― Franz Kafka

“Эрж явсан хүнтэйгээ уулзсан хүний сэтгэл баяр, сандралаар дүүрэн байдаг билээ. Эрэл нь хичнээн удаан, хэцүү байсан бол энэ сэтгэл төдий чинээ их байдаг.”
― Лодойдамба Чадраабалын, Тунгалаг тамир