We have collected the best Kafka Quotes by famous authors including Margaret Atwood, Manuel Puig, Louis Begley, John Kessel, Gerard Depardieu and many others, we hope that among them you will find the right thought.
I was warped early by Ray Bradbury and Edgar Allan Poe. I was very fond of Franz Kafka.
Contrary to what Kafka does, I always like to refer all of my fictions to the level of reality, He, on the other hand, leaves them at an imaginary level.
My views about the safety of Jews in the world have not been changed by the work on the Dreyfus affair or, for that matter, by the work I did on Franz Kafka for the book on him I published a year before the Dreyfus book appeared.
Kafka’s inevitable tropism for the allegorical puts him in marked opposition to the realism that dominated the literary world of the first half of the 20th century.
In Hollywood, you still have wonderful actors, but it’s so hard to work there. To work becomes a Kafka nightmare – it’s the last communist country!
I would really hate it if I could call up Kafka or Hemingway or Salinger and any question I could throw at them they would have an answer. That’s the magic when you read or hear something wonderful – there’s no one that has all the answers.
In Czechoslovakia, we consider Kafka a very funny man. A humorist.
If you look at the literature of the 19th century, you get things like Kafka and Dostoevsky, who basically write about feeling bored and alienated. That’s because we lost contact with the important things in life like work that you enjoy, or the garden, nature, your family and friends.
Kafka is still unrecognized. He thought he was a comic writer.
I went through a whole phase when I was younger of being obsessed with Tolstoy and Kafka and Camus, all those really, beautiful, dark depressing books.
I’ve been wrestling with Kafka since I was an adolescent. I think he’s a great aphorist, a great letter writer, a great diarist, a great short story writer, and a great novelist – I’d put novelist last.
Kafka truly illustrates the way the environment oppresses the individual. He shows how the unconscious controls our lives.
When I was 21, I wanted to write like Kafka. But, unfortunately for me, I wrote like a script editor for ‘The Simpsons’ who’d briefly joined a religious cult and then discovered Foucault. Such is life.
One of the influences of Kafka over later writers is not so much in the content of his work as in its form.
If you have to deal with our friends at ICE, Immigration and Customs Enforcement, it’s like a Kafka novel. Files just disappear.
I was first introduced to Kafka’s writing during my compulsory army-service basic training. During that period, Kafka’s fiction felt hyperrealistic.
I think of reading like a balanced diet; if your sentences are too baggy, too baroque, cut back on fatty Foster Wallace, say, and pick up Kafka as roughage.
Kafka: cries of helplessness in twenty powerful volumes.
Since my first encounter with Kafka’s writing, I’ve been interested in a quality that, while he was alive, stood in the way of his achieving a large reputation: his allegory.
I did my dissertation on Kafka.
Whoever utters ‘Kafkaesque’ has neither fathomed nor intuited nor felt the impress of Kafka’s devisings. If there is one imperative that ought to accompany any biographical or critical approach, it is that Kafka is not to be mistaken for the Kafkaesque.
The writers we tend to universally admire, like Beckett, or Kafka, or TS Eliot, are not very prolific.