Man's sentimental attachment to objects is one of life's greatest consolations.
The beauty and mystery of this world only emerges through affection, attention, interest and compassion . . . open your eyes wide and actually see this world by attending to its colors, details and ir...
De hecho, ¿qué es leer sino dibujar en el silencioso cinematógrafo de nuestra mente una de las cosas que el escritor nos describe con letras?
In a brutal country like ours where human life is cheap, it's stupid to destroy yourself for the sake of your beliefs. Beliefs, high ideals--only people living in rich countries can enjoy such luxurie...
Benim için kitap okurken hala önemli olan anlamaktan çok, okuduğum şeye uygun düşler kurmaktır.
After all, isn't the purpose of the novel, or of a museum, for that matter, to relate our memories with such sincerity as to transform individual happiness into a happiness all can share?
Remembering the past always comes with an image or a view attached.
Ka knew very well that life was a meaningless string of random incidents
Immersing oneself in the problems of a book is a good way to keep from thinking of love.
I am speaking of the evenings when the sun sets early, of the fathers under the streetlamps in the back streetsreturning home carrying plastic bags. Of the old Bosphorus ferries moored to desertedstat...
Heroic dreams are the consolation of the unhappy. After all, when people like us say we're being heroic, it usually means we're about to kill each other--or kill ourselves.
In poetically well built museums, formed from the heart's compulsions, we are consoled not by finding in them old objects that we love, but by losing all sense of Time.
With the death of my father, it wasn't just the objects of everyday life that had changed; even the most ordinary street scenes had become irreplaceable mementos of a lost world whose every detail fig...
There are two kinds of Communists: the arrogant ones, who enter the fray hoping to make men out of the people and bring progress to the nation; and the innocent ones, who get involved because they bel...
The endless repetition of an ordinary miracle.
A novelist is essentially a person who covers distance through his patience, slowly, like an ant. A novelist impresses us not by his demonic and romantic vision, but by his patience.
It was the happiest moment of my life, though I didn't know it.
I see Turkey's future as being in Europe, as one of many prosperous, tolerant, democratic countries.
I would be pleased if someone would invent a pill to remove my impatience, moodiness, and occasional bursts of anger. But if they did, I wouldn't be able to write my novels or paint.
I do know this much though: If a man resorts to wiles, guile and petty deceptions, it means he's nowhere near being in love.