Yet does illustrating in a new way signify a new way of seeing?

Writing my own diary is the best form of remembrance, but only for my own use. I need these notes; it's like an impulse.

Are you an angel that approaching you should be so terrifying?

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

Hüzün does not just paralyze the inhabitants of Instanbul, it also gives them poetic license to be paralyzed.

No one drives me into exile, not even the nationalists.

How much can we ever know about the love and pain in another's heart? How much can we hope to understand those who have suffered deeper anguish, greater deprivation, and more crushing disappointments than we ourselves have known? Even if the world's rich and powerful were to put themselves in the shoes of the rest, how much would they really understand the wretched millions suffering around them? So it is when Orhan the novelist peers into the dark corners of his poet friend's difficult and painful life: How much can he really see?