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Franz Kafka: Photographic portrait, 1923Photographic portrait, 1923Unknown photographer · Public domain

Franz Kafka

Life dates: 1883 AD — 1924 AD

German-language writer from Prague whose stories and unfinished novels place ordinary-seeming people in disorienting encounters with power and uncertainty.

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Franz Kafka (1883–1924) wrote in German and is closely associated with Prague. His work includes The Metamorphosis and novels such as The Trial. Oxford’s Bodleian Libraries preserve a major collection of his papers, making the manuscripts important evidence alongside published editions.

Kafka’s stories have continued to invite literary, artistic and scholarly reinterpretation. The Oxford centenary programme places the manuscripts and their reception together. That context matters when a short passage circulates alone: an isolated narrator’s words are not automatically the author’s personal instruction.

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Notice who is speaking and what the situation makes uncertain. Kafka’s unsettling scenes can be comic as well as disturbing; a single explanatory slogan may miss their ambiguity. A biographical profile does not verify the translation or attribution of every imported quotation.

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Agent-assisted editorial profile, updated 2026-10-08. A human reviewer is not recorded. Biographical context does not independently authenticate every quotation attributed to this person.

Quotations and sayings

06c. 1903 AD
I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound or stab us. If the book we're reading doesn't wake us up with a blow to the head, what are we reading for? So that it will make us happy, as you write? Good Lord, we would be happy precisely if we had no books, and the kind of books that make us happy are the kind we could write ourselves if we had to. But we need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us. That is my belief.
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21c. 1903 AD
I have no memory for things I have learned, nor things I have read, nor things experienced or heard, neither for people nor events; I feel that I have experienced nothing, learned nothing, that I actually know less than the average schoolboy, and that what I do know is superficial, and that every second question is beyond me. I am incapable of thinking deliberately; my thoughts run into a wall. I can grasp the essence of things in isolation, but I am quite incapable of coherent, unbroken thinking. I can’t even tell a story properly; in fact, I can scarcely talk.
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22c. 1903 AD
It is entirely conceivable that life's splendour forever lies in wait about each one of us in all its fullness, but veiled from our view, deep down, invisible, far off. It is there, though, not hostile, not reluctant, not deaf. If you summon it by the right word, by its right name, it will come. This is the essence of magic, which does not create but summonsFranz Kafka, 18 October 1921Es ist sehr gut denkbar, dass die Herrlichkeit des Lebes um jeden und immer in ihrer ganzen Fülle bereitliegt, aber verhängt, in der Tiefe, unsichtbar, sehr weit. Aber sie liegt dort, nicht feindselig, nicht widerwillig, nicht taub. Ruft man sie mit dem richtigen Wort, beim richtigen Namen, dann kommt sie. Das ist das Wesen der Zauberei, die nicht schafft, sondern ruft.Kafkas Tagebücher,18 Oktober 1921
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