Collected from the book.

501 

Every man has within himself the entire human condition.

529

We are adrift, alone in the cosmos, wrecking monstrous violence on one another out of frustration and pain.

531

Nothing can make of Kafka a bad writer, but there were things that lay outside his ken: the communal, the shared, the necessary social lie, and, most frequently, other people. That Kafka finally comprehended this lack in himself, that he measured the shape and depth of his own wound—this is what makes him an information bureau of the human condition.

542

Write yourself naked, from exile, and in blood. 

557

I know of nothing more difficult than knowing who you are and having the courage to share the reasons for the catastrophe of your character with the world.