‎the Past Is Always An Invented Land.

We Fall In Love More Deeply When Were Unhappy.

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.

I Don't Read Newspapers In The Morning. I Take A Look At The Dailies In The Afternoon, But Only When I've Finished My Work For The Day. Reading About What Is Happening In Turkey Once Again Would Only Be Demoralizing For Me.

My Hero Wants To Belong Too, But He Doesn't Want To Give Up All The Things He Came To Value In The West.

If We Give What We Treasure Most To A Being We Love With All Our Hearts, If We Can Do That Without Expecting Anything In Return, Then The World Becomes A Beautiful Place.