Quotes from Orhan Pamuk

We used to be brothers and sisters here. Kurdish, did not know he was. Turkmenians, Germans, they all existed here but never were proud of it. That pride was only distributed by the powers who aimed to destroy Turkey.

Belediye binas?n?n ikinci kat?ndaki Rizeli, kuyruktaki vatandaÅŸlar? azarlayan önemli ve meÅŸgul bir adamd?.

Por aquellos años su padre comprendía que un pueblo podía cambiar su modo de vida, su historia, su tecnología, su cultura, su arte y su literatura, pero no le concedía la menor posibilidad de que cambiara sus gestos.

To write is to transform that inward gaze into words, to study the worlds into which we pass when we retire into ourselves, and to do so with patience, obstinacy, and joy.

Now he knew what it was that he wanted to tell Istanbul and write on its walls. It was both his public and his private view; it was what his heart intended as much as what his words had always meant to say. He said it to himself: "I have loved Rayiha more than anything in this world.

The larger and more colorful a city is, the more places there are to hide one's guilt and sin; the more crowded it is, the more people there are to hide behind.

VatandaÅŸlar?m?z?n ÅžAHSÄ° görüÅŸleriyle RESMÄ° görüÅŸleri aras?ndaki FARKIN DERÄ°NL???, DEVLETÄ°MÄ°ZÄ°N GÜCÜ'nün kan?t?d?r (Celal Salik).

I'm not indignant, I said indignantly.

no cambiaría nada saber que la escritura, que cualquier texto, no trata de la vida sino del sueño, por el mero hecho de ser escritura.

Is the need for a father always there, or do we feel it only when we are confused, or anguished, when our world is falling apart?

Ä°nsan hayatta deÄŸilken bile paran?n önemini biliyor.

What we learned from these painstakingly detailed miniatures was how ephemeral all those ancient lives had been, how quickly they'd all been forgotten, and how vain we were to think that we could grasp the meaning of life and history by learning a handful of facts.

los que dicen que las personas son creadas de dos en dos se equivocan. Nadie se parece a nadie.

Cualquier cosa que me recuerde a ti, me entristece tanto que no lo puedo soportar.

ALIF: Painting brings to life what the mind sees, as a feast for the eyes. LAM: What the eye sees in the world enters the painting to the degree that it serves the mind. MIM: Consequently, beauty is the eye discovering in our world what the mind already knows. Did the graduate of the miserable college understand this logic, which I'd extracted with lightning inspiration from the depths of my soul?

He was a poet and, as he himself had written—in an early poem still largely unknown to Turkish readers—it snows only once in our dreams.

Na konci dlhého d?a a ve?era, preplneného ?u?mi, môcÃ…Â¥ sedieÃ…Â¥ sám v kresle a byÃ…Â¥ samým sebou...Bolo to ako príchod z dlhej cesty plnej dobrodružstiev...ako návrat domov.

Poetry is like painting. Some attracts you more if you stand near, some if you're further off.

ekphrasis is the description of visual artworks (such as paintings and sculptures) through the medium of poetry, for the benefit of those who cannot see them.

ancak karanl??? bilen ayd?nl??? anlar.

he'd have me wash whatever ingredients were on hand—potatoes, eggplant, lentils, tomatoes, fresh peppers—before meticulously chopping everything up himself and throwing it with a knob of butter into the small pot we'd brought from Gebze. This was then placed on the gas stove over a low flame. It was my responsibility to watch this pot until sunset, making sure its simmering contents didn't stick.

There was still plenty of time to spare when Çetin Efendi dropped my parents and me at the revolving doors, which were shaded by a canopy in the form of a flying carpet.

Mother, my neck aches and all is still.

But we should search for the strange and surprising in the world, not within ourselves! To search within, to think so long and hard about our own selves, would only make us unhappy