Quotes from Ece Temelkuran

It's like making a milkshake without the lid on,' wrote a Turkish twitter user, trying to describe the impossibility of having a proper political discussion with ErdoÄŸan supporters.

Biz ölünce-siz susuyorsunuz ya,biz ondan ölüyoruz i?te-ölünce biz,kar??s?nda durup susaca??n?z kimse olmayacak.Silahlar?n?zla yaln?z ba??n?za kalacaks?n?z. Ho?ça kal?n.

The beginning of the end, the irreversible separation of the mainland of truth into islands of seperate realities, came with the Western attacks on Afganistan following 9/11.

As long as you use the same adolescent cynicism and use the same fighting techniques, the readers and the audience don't give a damn whether your words have substance or not. They simply want you to win because you're their fighter in the cage, and that's it.

They could also have given a long lecture on the new type of right-wing crusade that reduces democracy to the ballot box, and how this subjugates political choices to fears of hunger, unemployment and, ultimately, social insecurity. And when democracy shrinks to being no more than a voting process, then the destiny of a country becomes inseparable from its single ruler's political existence.

Like Putin, from his early days in power Erdo?an created a loyal web of vassals, and gradually transformed the decision-making process for matters concerning the nation's finances until every economic transaction, from the most micro to the most macro, was in some way connected to him.

Sonra k?z bir kilim dürmü? s?rtl?yor. Kilim onun eviymi?.

Humans are incapable of functioning and living together without a good story to bind them and keep a certain set of values intact. That's why the lack of a story in neoliberalism, the lack of meaning and cause, can be unbearable for the human mind.

It's a funny fact about humanity: fear and pain, rather than courage and joy, are diminished when they are shared

Bakhtin knew that only those who had witnessed carnivalesque resistance could really understand one another, even if they were separated by centuries. And he knew all too well, as anyone who witnessed the joyful resistance movements of the early twenty-first century did, that mass laughter leaves a permanent mark on your soul, even after the resistance falls apart, changing the very fabric of all who participated in it.

Bude tako neobi?no. Kao da si turist u vlastitom gradu. Postaneš netko drugi kad ne odeš ku?i, nego odeš u hotel. Kao da si u svoj život ušao kroz neka druga vrata...

Zašto da provodim revoluciju kad ne?u mo?i plesati?

A znate li zašto se jasmini koji se stavljaju u stru?ke beru rano izjutra, kada su još zatvoreni?" "Jer tako jasmini ne zaboravljaju svoje snove. Ako ih donesete ku?i i stavite u srebrnu posudu, polako se otvaraju, sje?aju se no?i i šap?u vam bijele snove.

Kokusunu çoktan unuttu?um bir zaman diliminde bile, ken­dini parma??n a?z?na as?l? an?ms?yorsan, öykü ba?lam??t?r. öykü, annenin sümerce bir yenilgi yaz?t? olmas?d?r. baba, her zaman oldu?u gibi karanl?k bir kap? aral???, dikenli bir kilit sesi. o içeri girdi?inde, sen art?k hep d??ardas?n.

Veliki plesa?i uistinu pate. I pokret je u njihovim o?ima. Posebice dok su zatvorene. Na pozornici mora biti grijeh. Moraju biti skršeni jer su htjeli pridružiti se tome grijehu. Zbog toga što su pali na koljena, moraš ih natjerati da se osje?aju krivima kao što nikad prije nisu. Zbog toga što te gledaju, jer su zadivljeni, jer te nisu mogli uhvatiti i odvesti iz toga svijeta...Nikad im ne smiješ oprostiti.

Mislim da u po?etku svi pisci pišu kako bi bili junaci romana. Ali kasnije pišemo kako ne bismo mogli biti junaci romana.

and I am attacking a wonderful Greek salad as viciously as any Turk who's just spent several weeks in London, where the food tastes like a desperately ambitious experiment.

When I see Mark Zuckerberg with his T-shirts and jeans and trainers, I always think of Umberto Eco saying fascism doesn't always show up in uniform. Now we know it can also appear in casual wear.

The spectre of alternative truth – highly organised, large-scale lies – that haunts the establishment today was heralded by the normalisation of shamelessness.