‎The past is always an invented land.

Ka found it very soothing: for the first time in years, he felt part of a family. In spite of the trials and responsibilities of what was called 'family', he saw now the joys of its unyielding togetherness, and was sorry not to have known more of it in his life.

Tell me then, does love make one a fool or do only fools fall in love?

No one drives me into exile, not even the nationalists.

The writers secret is not inspiration - for it is never clear where it comes from - it is his stubbornness, his patience.

There's a lot of pride involved in my refusal to believe in god.

We had no desire to live in Istanbul, nor in Paris or New York. Let them have their discos and dollars, their skycrapers and supersonics transports. Let them have their radios and their color TV, hey, we have ours, don't we? But we have something they don't have. Heart. We have heart. Look, look how the light of life seeps into my very heart