Istanbul ... the constant beating of the wave of the East against the rock of the West.
impulses sometimes have logical roots and ought to be given in to.
... danger was always at its most lethal when disguised as respectability.
Time does not act on memory to soften the edges, blur the details; if anything, it sharpens them. Emotions may lose their acid outlines, but not places and people, not if you wish to retain them.
Possibilities swung from the ropes of his life like charms on a watch chain, golden.
We only have one life to live, and must go on with it to the end, that if we feel it is meaningless, then we ourselves must give it meaning.