Quotes from Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

Yours(now I'm even losing my name - it was getting shorter and shorter all the time and is now: Yours)

All right then, I'll be mad at you on this score, which incidentally is no great misfortune, as things balance out quite well if there's a little anger for you lurking in one corner of my heart.

It occurs to me that I really can't remember your face in any precise detail. Only the way you walked away through the tables in the café, your figure, your dress, that I still see.