Goran

“4 December. To die would mean nothing else than to surrender a nothing to the nothing, but that would be impossible to conceive, for how could a person, even only as a nothing, consciously surrender himself to the nothing, and not merely to an empty nothing but rather to a roaring nothing whose nothingness consists only in its incomprehensibility.”
― Franz Kafka

“We are a race of artists. What are we doing about it?”
― Shirley Graham Du Bois

“Everyone carries a room about inside him.”
― Franz Kafka

“I am never serious, and therefore I have to make jokes do duty both for jest and earnest.”
― Franz Kafka, The Trial