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.
Orhan PamukIn 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.
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 PamukIt's a great relief for me that no one will ask me anymore: "Orhan, when will you get the Nobel Prize?"
Orhan Pamuk