The gap between compassion and surrender is love’s darkest, deepest region.
I sometimes joke that I am the first writer of historical fiction who can look out his window and point to the objects in his novels. I have a view of the entrance to the Bosporus, the old city, Hagia Sophia, the Blue Mosque.
I do not believe in a personal connection to God; that's where it gets transcendental.
We fall in love more deeply when were unhappy.
Morality is probably the last thing one can learn from football.
How different from the cosy world of Rüya's detective novels, where authors never vexed a hero with more signs than he needed.