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“Leave me my books! I have nothing else.”
― Franz Kafka, Diaries, 1910-1923

“That night I learned there are two kinds of hunger. The first I can satisfy with cheeseburgers and chocolate milk, but there’s a second part of me, biding it’s time. It can go on like that for months, maybe even years, but sooner or later I’ll give in to it. It's like there’s a great big hole inside me, and once it takes his shape he's the only thing that can fill it.”
― Camille DeAngelis, Bones & All

“Man in the midst of his world resembles a fire that flickers relentlessly, inflames us with apparent unpredictability, burns, and dies. Should we blind ourselves to these dangers? Isn't it preferable to die of ever-gnawing pain than to roam the world freely and easily, but falsely? Is there no consolation?
Love is the only consolation, because love requires no proof. It exists like God himself, whose existence could doubtless be proved but was sensed by mankind long before any evidence could be produced.”
― Hans Scholl, At the Heart of the White Rose: Letters and Diaries of Hans and Sophie Scholl

“The truth wouldn’t set me free. I’d only end up like my father.”
― Camille DeAngelis, Bones & All