What is the thing you want most from me? What can I do to make you love me?' Be yourself,' said Ipek.

All great masters, in their work, seek that profound void within color and outside time.

When something explosive is kept hidden away, a tension builds within that must ultimately be released.

In poetically well built museums, formed from the heart's compulsions, we are consoled not by finding in them old objects that we love, but by losing all sense of Time.

For if a lover's face survives emblazoned on your heart, the world is still your home.

National consciousness is truly a miraculous thing. When I am not in Turkey I feel even more Turkish than in Istanbul. But when I'm home my European side becomes more apparent.

I identify with my culture, but I am happy to be living on a tolerant, intellectual island where I can deal with Dostoyevsky and Sartre, both great influences for me.