Heaven Was The Place Where You Kept

To Savour Istanbul's Back Streets, To Appreciate The Vines And Trees That Endow Its Ruins With Accidental Grace, You Must, First And Foremost, Be A Stranger To Them.

The Challenge Is To Lend Conviction Even To The Voices Which Advocate Views I Find Personally Abhorrent, Whether They Are Political Islamists Or Officers Justifying A Coup.

Love Is A Sacred Silence.

Hüzün Does Not Just Paralyze The Inhabitants Of Instanbul, It Also Gives Them Poetic License To Be Paralyzed.

We Fall In Love More Deeply When Were Unhappy.