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.

Colour is the touch of the eye, Music to the deaf, A word out of darkness.

There's a lot of pride involved in my refusal to believe in god.

The sight of snow made her think how beautiful and short life is and how, in spite of all their enmities, people have so very much in common; measured against eternity and the greatness of creation, the world in which they lived was narrow. That's why snow drew people together. It was as if snow cast a veil over hatreds, greed, and wrath and made everyone feel close to one another. -- Snow pg 119

National consciousness is truly a miraculous thing. When I am not in Turkey I feel even more Turkish than in Istanbul. But when I'm home my European side becomes more apparent.

I see Turkey's future as being in Europe, as one of many prosperous, tolerant, democratic countries.

What is the thing you want most from me? What can I do to make you love me?' Be yourself,' said Ipek.