People Only Tell Lies When There Is

Colour Is The Touch Of The Eye, Music To The Deaf, A Word Out Of Darkness.

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

For The Traveler We See Leaning On His Neighbor Is An Honest And Well-meaning Man And Full Of Melancholy, Like Those Chekhov Characters So Laden With Virtues That They Never Know Success In Life.

We Fall In Love More Deeply When Were Unhappy.

True Literature Is More Than Just A Story Someone Has Told. It Must Provide The Reader With The Essence Of The World On A Moral, Philosophical And Emotional Level.