Evil Is Whatever Distracts.

Just Think How Many Thoughts A Blanket Smothers While One Lies Alone In Bed, And How Many Unhappy Dreams It Keeps Warm.

Written Kisses Don't Reach Their Destination, Rather They Are Drunk On The Way By The Ghosts.

If They Were Shocked, Then Gregor Had No Further Responsibility And Could Be Calm. But If They Took Everything Calmly, He He, Too, Had No Reason To Get Excited And Could, If He Hurried, Actually Be At The Station By Eight O'clock.

Kill Me, Or You Are A Murderer.

I Passed By The Brothel As Though Past The House Of A Beloved.