I Don't Want To Be A Tree;

Turks Have A Dismissive Phrase: He Works Like A Clerk. I Have Turned This Insult Around: I Am Proud To Say That I Work Like A Clerk.

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?

The Secularists In Turkey Haven't Underestimated Religion, They Just Made The Mistake Of Believing They Could Control It With The Power Of The Army Alone.

I Think It's Horrible That We Turks Are Always Seen Under The Aspect Of Islam First. I Am Constantly Asked About Religion, And Almost Always With A Negative Undercurrent That Makes Me Furious.

What Is Love?” “i Don’t Know.” “love Is The Name Given To The Bond Kemal Feels With Füsun Whenever They Travel Along Highways Or Sidewalks; Visit Houses, Gardens, Or Rooms; Or Whenever He Watches Her Sitting In Tea Gardens And Restaurants, And At Dinner Tables.” “hmmm … That’s A Lovely Answer,~ But Isn’t Love What You Feel When You Can’t See Me?” “under Those Circumstances, It Becomes A Terrible Obsession, An Illness.