I don't read newspapers in the morning. I take a look at the dailies in the afternoon, but only when I've finished my work for the day. Reading about what is happening in Turkey once again would only be demoralizing for me.

The first thing I learned at school was that some people are idiots; the second thing I learned was that some are even worse.

My hero wants to belong too, but he doesn't want to give up all the things he came to value in the west.

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.

For if a lover's face survives emblazoned on your heart, the world is still your home.

Turks have a dismissive phrase: he works like a clerk. I have turned this insult around: I am proud to say that I work like a clerk.

Life is beautiful if you are on the road to somewhere