Bir yere ait olmayan insanlar ne olacak?Nereye? Nereye ait olmayan?Herhangi bir yere. Herhangi bir şeye, herhangi bir kimseye. Fiziksel olarak bir bağı olmayanlar. Uzay boşluğundaki kuyrukluyıldızlar...
Between the self and the other, between the visionary and the psychopath, between the lover and his love, between the overworld and the underworld, falls the Shadow.
Are you familiar, he said finally, with the Bang?The Big Bang? Luka asked. Or some other Bang I don't know about?There was only one Bang, said Nobodaddy, so the adjective Big is redundant and meaningl...
An iceberg is water striving to be land; a mountain, especially a Himalaya, especially Everest, is land's attempt to metamorphose into sky; it is grounded in flight, the earth mutated--nearly--into ai...
All migrants leave their pasts behind, although some try to pack it into bundles and boxes-but on the journey something seeps out of the treasured mementoes and old photographs, until even their owner...
Like everybody else, I've had relationships in which I was passionately in love but was completely miserable all the time and didn't trust the person I was in love with one inch.
Perhaps because my relationship with my father went through such a long, bumpy time, it's been very important for me to work to try to keep lines of communication open between my sons and myself to tr...
Mourn for the living, the dead have got their camphor gardens.
Nothing is forever, he thought beyond closed eyelids somewhere over Asia Minor. Maybe unhappiness is the continuum through which a human life moves, and joy just a series of blips, of islands in the s...
I dislike arranged marriages. There are some mistakes for which one should not be able to blame one's poor parents.
The great are eternally at the mercy of tiny men. And also, tiny madwomen.
There is a widespread difficulty in the Muslim world, which has to do with how the people are taught about examining their own history. A whole range of stuff has been placed off limits.
When you have things, then there is time to dream; when you don’t, you fight.
The ancient wisdoms are modern nonsenses. Live in your own time, use what we know, and as you grow up, perhaps the human race will finally grow up with you and put aside childish things.
Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may again touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor en...
Once upon a time there was a mother who, in order to become a mother, had agreed to change her name; who set herself the task of falling in love with her husband bit-by-bit, but who could n ever manag...
Once the god-squaddie supreme, she was now possessed of the zeal of the apostate and came on like an atheistic stormtrooper.
Nobody can judge an internal injury by the size of the superficial wound.
Man is the Storytelling Animal, and that in stories are his identity, his meaning, and his lifeblood.
It was always women who did the choosing, and men's place was to be grateful if they were lucky enough to be the chosen ones. Joseph Anton