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She Looked Out The Window; In Her Eyes Was The Light That You See Only In Children Arriving At A New Place, Or In Young People Still Open To New Influences, Still Curious About The World Because They Have Not Yet Been Scarred By Life.

To Read A Novel Is To Wonder Constantly, Even At Moments When We Lose Ourselves Most Deeply In The Book: How Much Of This Is Fantasy, And How Much Is Real?

I Think Perhaps It Is A Generational Thing. I Talk To Younger People And They Say, Where Is This Melancholy City You Talk About My Istanbul Is A Sunny Place.

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Life Is Short, And We Should Respect Every Moment Of It.