Welcome to Bookmarker!

This is a personal project by @dellsystem. I built this to help me retain information from the books I'm reading.

Source code on GitHub (MIT license).

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7 years, 11 months ago

deeply lost in the night

Deeply lost in the night. Just as one sometimes lowers one's head to reflect, thus to be utterly lost in the night. All around people are asleep. It's just play acting, an innocent self-deception, that they sleep in houses, in safe beds, under a safe roof, stretched out or curled up on mattresses, …

—p.468 The Complete Short Stories At Night (468) by Franz Kafka
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make yourself an inert mass

So perhaps the best resource is to meet everything passively, to make yourself an inert mass, and, if you feel that you are being carried away, not to let yourself be lured into taking a single unnecessary step, to stare at others with the eyes of an animal, to feel no compunction, in short, with y…

—p.428 Resolutions (427) by Franz Kafka
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completely unsure of my footing inspo/interiority

I stand on the end platform of the tram and am completely unsure of my footing in this world, in this town, in my family.

—p.417 On the Tram (417) by Franz Kafka
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the leader of all the world against me

[...] It need not be any particular enemy that is provoked to pursue me, it may very well be some chance innocent little creature, some disgusting little creature, some disgusting little beast which follows me out of curiosity, and thus, without knowing it, becomes the leader of all the world again…

—p.361 The Burrow (349) by Franz Kafka
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the world was cheating him of his reward

[...] when once in a while some leisurely passer-by stopped, made merry over the old figure on the board, and spoke of swindling, that was in its way the stupidest lie ever invented by indifference and inborn malice, since it was not the hunger artist who was cheating, he was working honestly, but …

—p.298 A Hunger Artist (289) by Franz Kafka