Vertel me een verhaal, Silver.Wat voor verhaal?Het verhaal van wat daarna gebeurde.Dat hangt ervan af.Waarvan?Van hoe ik het vertel.
Two things significantly distinguish human beings from the other animals; an interest in the past and the possibility of language. Brought together they make a third: Art. The invisible city not calcu...
Turn down the daily noise and at first there is the relief of silence. And then, very quietly, as quiet as light, meaning returns. Words are the part of silence that can be spoken.
True art, when it happens to us, challenges the 'I' that we are. A love-parallel would be just; falling in love challenges the reality to which we lay claim, part of the pleasure of love and part of i...
Travellers at least have a choice. Those who set sail know that thingswill not be the same as at home. Explorers are prepared. But for us,who travel along the blood vessels, who come to the cities of...
Toplum kadınları topal bırakır ve onları sakat yaratmış olan sanki Tanrı, Doğa ya da genetik faktörlermiş gibi davranır.
Time has no meaning, space and place have no meaning, on this journey. All times can be inhabited, all places visited. In a single day the mind can make a millpond of the oceans. Some people who have...
This is where the story starts, in this threadbare room. The walls are exploding. The windows have turned into telescopes. Moon and stars are magnified in this room. The sun hangs over the mantelpiece...
This is one reason why it remains anarchic even at its most canonised. The modern world is Time’s fool. Art is master of itself. But, you may say, who has long hours for a book these days? The answer...
This is not a barren place. Villanelle, whose talent is to look at everything at least twice, taught me to find joy in the most unlikely places and still to be surprised by the obvious. She had a knac...
This hole in my heart is in the shape of you. No one else can fit it. Why would I want them to?
Thinking about time is to acknowledge two contradictory certainties: that our outward lives are governed by the seasons and the clock; that our inward lives are governed by something much less regular...
They say every snowflake is different. If that were true, how could the world go on? How could we ever get up off our knees? How could we ever recover from the wonder of it? By forgetting. We cannot k...
There is talk in the village that there is more in these sewers than sewerage. Yes, I say, Yes. But not only these sewers. There is more in your heart than can be spoken. More in your eyes than you wi...
There are valleys that lead to the bottom of the world, so it seems, but what world is that? The universe has no sides, no end, can’t be mapped. Enough to make a man talk about God, make a man superst...
There are two kinds of writing; the one you write and the one that writes you. The one that writes you is dangerous. You go where you don't want to go. You look where you don't want to look.
There are two facts that all children need to disprove sooner or later; mother and father. If you go on believing in the fiction of your own parents, it is difficult to construct any narrative of your...
There are many forms of love and affection, some people can spend their whole lives together without knowing each other's names. Naming is a difficult and time-consuming process; it concerns essences,...
The unknownness of my needs frightens me. I do now know how huge they are, or how high they are, I only know that they are not being met. If you want to find out the circumference of an oil drop, you...
The unknownness of my needs frightens me. I do not know how huge they are, or how high they are, I only know that they are not being met.