Love Is A Sacred Silence.

Try To Discover Who I Am From My Choice Of Words And Colors, As Attentive People Like Yourselves Might Examine Footprints To Catch A Thief.

I Think A Lot About The Poems I Wasn't Able To Write...i Masturbrated...solitude Is Essentially A Matter Of Pride; You Bury Yourself In Your Own Scent. The Issue Is The Same For All Real Poets. If You've Been Happy For Too Long, You Become Banal. By The Same Token, If You've Been Unhappy For A Long Time, You Lose Your Poetic Power...happiness And Poverty Can Only Coexist For The Briefest Time. Afterword Either Happiness Coarsens The Poet Or The Poem Is So True It Destroys His Happiness.

Ka Knew Very Well That Life Was A Meaningless String Of Random Incidents

Suddenly Ka Realized He Was In Love With İpek. And Realizing That This Love Would Determine The Rest Of His Life, He Was Filled With Dread.

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