What was venerated as style was nothing more than an imperfection or flaw that revealed the guilty hand.
Orhan PamukSnow reminds Ka of God! But Iโm not sure it would be accurate. What brings me close to God is the silence of snow.
Orhan PamukSometimes I would see them not as mementos of the blissful hours but as the tangible precious debris of the storm raging in my soul.
Orhan Pamuk