My Unhappiness Protects Me From Life.

I Really Don't Want To Portray The Islamists As Simply Evil, The Way It's Often Done In The West.

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.

My Diary Has Its Own Kind Of Magic. It Gives Me The Feeling Of Having Accomplished Something. On Days When I Don't Have Time For This, I Feel Tortured.

And Before Long , The Msuic , The Views Rushing Past The Window , My Fathers Voice And The Narrow Cobblestone Streets All Merged Into One , And It Seemed To Me That While We Would Never Find Answers To These Fundamental Questions , It Was Good For Us To Ask Them Anyway . Pg. 284

Heaven Was The Place Where You Kept Alive The Dreams Of Your Memories.