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.

Try to discover who I am from my choice of words and colors, as attentive people like yourselves might examine footprints to catch a thief.

To savour Istanbul's back streets, to appreciate the vines and trees that endow its ruins with accidental grace, you must, first and foremost, be a stranger to them.

What was the difference between love and the agony of waiting? Like love, the agony of waiting began in the muscles and somewhere around the upper belly but soon spread out to the chest, the thighs, and the forehead, to invade the entire body with numbing force.

Sometimes I sensed that the books I read in rapid succession had set up some sort of murmur among themselves, transforming my head into an orchestra pit where different musical instruments sounded out, and I would realize that I could endure this life because of these musicales going on in my head.

Love is a sacred silence.

I believe strongly in an author's moral responsibility. But his first obligation is to write good books.