Immersing oneself in the problems of a book is a good way to keep from thinking of love.

Snow reminds Ka of God! But I’m not sure it would be accurate. What brings me close to God is the silence of snow.

The gap between compassion and surrender is love’s darkest, deepest region.

When you love a city and have explored it frequently on foot, your body, not to mention your soul, gets to know the streets so well after a number of years that in a fit of melancholy, perhaps stirred by a light snow falling ever so sorrowfully, you'll discover your legs carrying you of their own accord toward one of your favourite promontories

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

Happiness is holding someone in your arms and knowing you hold the whole world.

Life can't be all that bad,' i'd think from time to time. 'Whatever happens, i can always take a long walk along the Bosphorus.