What is love?” “I don’t know.” “Love is the name given to the bond Kemal feels with Füsun whenever they travel along highways or sidewalks; visit houses, gardens, or rooms; or whenever he watches her sitting in tea gardens and restaurants, and at dinner tables.” “Hmmm … that’s a lovely answer,~ But isn’t love what you feel when you can’t see me?” “Under those circumstances, it becomes a terrible obsession, an illness.

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

Mankind's greatest error, the biggest deception of the past thousand years is this: to confuse poverty with stupidity.

The bloody years of war and all the atrocities in European history have taught the Europeans that secular politics free of religious hatred is mainly a question of peace. This concept is not anchored in the same way in the consciousness of Turks, which has to do with the fact that the secular was forced upon us by the army.

After all, a woman who doesn't love cats is never going to be make a man happy.

Life is short, and we should respect every moment of it.

I very much enjoy reading other writers' diaries, mainly because it makes me ask myself: Are they like you? How do they think?