Books, which we mistake for consolation, only add depth to our sorrow.

I'm a relatively disciplined writer who composes the whole book before beginning to execute and write it. Of course, you can't hold - you cannot imagine a whole novel before you write it; there are limits to human memory and imagination. Lots of things come to your mind as you write a book, but again, I make a plan, chapter, know the plot.

We had no desire to live in Istanbul, nor in Paris or New York. Let them have their discos and dollars, their skycrapers and supersonics transports. Let them have their radios and their color TV, hey, we have ours, don't we? But we have something they don't have. Heart. We have heart. Look, look how the light of life seeps into my very heart

When something explosive is kept hidden away, a tension builds within that must ultimately be released.

I need the pain of loneliness to make my imagination work.

Books, which we mistake for consolation, only add depth to our sorrow.

It's very gratifying to me to see my works bringing people closer to my country.