“Moreover, perhaps it isn’t love when I say you are what I love the most—you are the knife I turn inside myself, this is love. This, my dear, is love.”
— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena (trans. Philip Boehm)
“Moreover, perhaps it isn’t love when I say you are what I love the most—you are the knife I turn inside myself, this is love. This, my dear, is love.”
— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena (trans. Philip Boehm)