I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person.

-Franz Kafka, from a diary entry dated 23 March 1914

I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself. 

-Franz Kafka, Metamorphosis