When you love a city and have explored it frequently on foot, your body, not to mention your soul, gets to know the streets so well after a number of years that in a fit of melancholy, perhaps stirred by a light snow falling ever so sorrowfully, you'll discover your legs carrying you of their own accord toward one of your favourite promontories
Orhan PamukAs always after drinking too much, I felt like my own ghost trying to take it's first solo walk outside the body.
Orhan PamukSometimes I would see them not as mementos of the blissful hours but as the tangible precious debris of the storm raging in my soul.
Orhan PamukSuddenly Ka realized he was in love with ฤฐpek. And realizing that this love would determine the rest of his life, he was filled with dread.
Orhan Pamuk