It is not my intention to explain Turkey, its culture and its problems. My literature has a universal concern: I want to bring people and their emotions closer to my readers, not explain Turkish politics.

Without patience and the skill of a craftsman, even the greatest talent is wasted.

‎The past is always an invented land.

Of course in Turkey I'm seen as being on the 'Western' side, criticised by the nationalists, criticised by the communitarians as not belonging. Even, sometimes, criticised for looking at my country through Western eyes. And in the Western media I'm portrayed as belonging to the East.

Try to discover who I am from my choice of words and colors, as attentive people like yourselves might examine footprints to catch a thief.

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

Let me first state forthright that contrary to what we've often read in books and heard from preachers, when you are a woman, you don't feel like the Devil.