I have a strong feeling that the opposite of love is not hate, it's apathy — it's not giving a damn.

— Leo Buscaglia

I like revisiting, at certain times, spots where I was once happy; I like to shape the present in the image of the irretrievable past.

— Fyodor Dostoevsky

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Franz Kafka an Milena Jesenská, 29. Juli 1920

The wreckage of stars — I built a world from this wreckage.

— Friedrich Nietzsche

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Sir, the reality of your world is nothing more than a rotten caricature of great opera.

— Fitzcarraldo

Die Kunst aber wäre, Heimweh zu haben ob man gleich zu Hause ist. Dazu muss man sich auf Illusion verstehen. Das ist die Formel des Interieurs.

— Søren Kierkegaard

You left something behind; one of those things that absence, time or any other terrible reality can never take away. Empty space is not always empty.

— Adam Stanley

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Images […] are not primarily manifestations of the properties of a certain technical medium, but operations: Relations between a whole and parts; between a visibility and a power of signification and affect associated with it; between expectations and what happens to meet them.

— Jacques Rancière

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The opposite of loneliness is not togetherness, it's intimacy.

— Richard Bach

Klaus Kinski ist Fitzcarraldo; dir. by Werner Herzog in 1982

Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.

— Robert Brault

Au cœur de la nuit avec Karl Bartos et Benjamin Biolay ...

You have come to the shore. There are no instructions.

— Denise Levertov

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There's beauty to be found in Particle Physics ...

People understand me so poorly, that they don't even understand my complaint about them not understanding me.

— Søren Kierkegaard

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He [Franz Kafka] was shy, timid, gentle, and kind, but he wrote gruesome and painful books. He saw the world as full of invisible demons, who tear apart and destroy defenseless people. He was too clear-sighted and too wise to be able to live; he was too weak to fight, he had that weakness of noble, beautiful people who are not able to do battle against the fear of misunderstandings, unkindness, or intellectual lies. Such persons know beforehand that they are powerless and go down in defeat in such a way that they shame the victor. He knew people as only people of great sensitivity are able to know them, as somebody who is alone and sees people almost prophetically, from one flash of a face. He knew the world in a deep and extraordinary manner. He was himself a deep and extraordinary world.

— Milená Jesenská