The only genres I saw value in, which still conferred meaning, were diaries and essays, the types of literature that did not deal with narrative, but just consisted of a voice, the voice of someone’s own personality, a life, a face, a gaze you could meet.
Knausgaard
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Above all, it seems to me that the progress of literature consists in the gradual removal of all fictions.
Handke
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Nur so kann geschrieben werden, nur in einem solchen Zusammenhang, mit solcher vollständigen Öffnung des Leibes und der Seele.
Kafka
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All things rolling into manifestation. All things rolling into and out of presence. All things rolling and gathering into language.
Richard Capobianco
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The landscape thinks itself in me, and I am its consciousness.
Cezanne
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The supreme paradox of all thought is the attempt to discover something that thought cannot think.
Kierkegaard
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Then open yourself. Let the human person come forth. Breathe in the air and the silence.
Kafka
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The essential always happens suddenly. Lightning truly means in our language: glance. But the sudden, be it good or evil, requires a long time to be delivered.
Heidegger
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Only thus, faithful to the moment, do we experience a life that is something other than a sum of moments. To the moment we respond, but we respond at the same time for it, we assume responsibility for it.
Martin Buber
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Notes from a Room 