My diary has its own kind of magic. It gives me the feeling of having accomplished something. On days when I don't have time for this, I feel tortured.

The image that I remember most of all is of the Fenerbahçe players storming into the stadium before kickoff. They were called the canaries because of their yellow jerseys. It was as if they, like canaries, were fluttering into the stadium out of a hole. I loved it. It was poetry.

Painting is the silence of thought and the music of sight.

Now everyone is prouder and poorer

A writer in someone who spends years patiently trying to discover the second being inside him, and the world that makes him who he is.

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.

Heaven was the place where you kept alive the dreams of your memories.