In argument similes are like songs in love, they describe much but prove nothing.

In argument, similes are like songs in love, they describe much but prove nothing.

Author: Franz Kafka

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Evil is whatever distracts.

By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired.

Heaven is dumb, echoing only the dumb.

It is only our conception of time that makes us call the Last Judgement by this name. It is, in fact, a kind of martial law.

Love is when two people know everything about each other and are still friends.

I love to travel, but hate to arrive.

In my sex fantasy, nobody ever loves me for my mind.

What it's like to be a parent: It's one of the hardest things you'll ever do but in exchange it teaches you the meaning of unconditional love.