Nationalism Stems From Catastrophes, Whether They Are

All Great Masters, In Their Work, Seek That Profound Void Within Color And Outside Time.

My Unhappiness Protects Me From Life.

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.

Over Time, I Have Come To See The Work Of Literature Less As Narrating The World Than "seeing The World With Words." From The Moment He Begins To Use Words Like Colors In A Painting, A Writer Can Begin To See How Wondrous And Surprising The World Is, And He Breaks The Bones Of Language To Find His Own Voice. For This He Needs Paper, A Pen, And The Optimism Of A Child Looking At The World For The First Time.

Age Had Not Made Him Less Handsome, As Is So Often The Case; It Had Simply Made Him Less Visible.