The snow reminded me of the beauty and mystery of creation, of the essential joy that is life.

...every person has a star, every star has a friend, and for every person carrying a star there is someone else who reflects it, and everyone carries this reflection like a secret confidante in the heart.

...the endless repetition of an ordinary miracle.

Where there is true art and genuine virtuosity the artist can paint an incomparable masterpiece without leaving even a trace of his identity.

I see Turkey's future as being in Europe, as one of many prosperous, tolerant, democratic countries.

It's such a shame that we know so little about our own country, that we can't find it in our hearts to love our own kind. Instead we admire those who show our country disrespect and betray its people.

Hüzün does not just paralyze the inhabitants of Instanbul, it also gives them poetic license to be paralyzed.