Someone must have slandered Josef K., for one morning, without having done anything truly wrong, he was arrested.

Since we're all going to die, it's obvious that when and how don't matter.

At that moment he knew what his mother was thinking, and that she loved him. But he knew, too, that to love someone means relatively little; or, rather, that love is never strong enough to find the words befitting it. Thus he and his mother would always love each other silently.