So much light and so empty.
― Diaries, Franz Kafka
to create art means
to be crazy alone
― Charles Bukowski, What matters most is how well you walk through the fire
When I am with you, there is nowhere else I’d rather be. And I am a person who always wants to be somewhere else.
I know so many last words.
But I will never know hers.
― John Green, Looking for Alaska.
By your side I’m most quiet and most unquiet, most inhibited and most free.
― Franz Kafka