Quotes About Interpretation

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.

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

Zaten romanc? olmak kendi duygular?n?zdan bir baÅŸkas?n?n duygular? gibi ve bir baÅŸkalar?n?n duygular?ndan da kendi duygular?n?z gibi söz edebilme hüneridir.

I don't want to be a tree; I want to be its meaning. — Orhan Pamuk, My Name is Red (Everyman's Library; Reprint edition, November 2, 2010) Originally published January 1, 1998.

H?nh phúc và b?t h?nh c?a ta không xu?t phát t? chính cuá»™c ??i mà t? ý nghÄ©a ta gán cho nó.

Yo nunca he dibujado la sorpresa, como cientos de maestros ilustradores llevan siglos haciendo, con alguien que se lleva al índice al círculo de la boca, sino que he hecho que de toda la pintura emanara sorpresa.

The art of the novel is based on the craft of telling our own stories as if they belonged to others, and of telling other people's stories as if they were our own.

what is important or a painter is not a thing's reality but it's shape, and what is important for a novelist is not the course of events but their ordering, and what is important for a memorist is not the factual accuracy of the account, but it's symmetry.

I thank Allah that, I the humble tree before you, have not been drawn witch such intent. And not only because I fear that if I'd been thus depicted all the dogs in Istanbul would assume I was a real tree and piss on me: I don't want to be a tree, I want to be its meaning.

He may have merely read the travel journals of Evliya Chelebi

Nietzsche's words: before speaking of art, one must try to create a work of art.

We write novels not because we feel we understand life and people, but because we feel we understand other novels and the art of the novel, and wish to write in a similar way.

painting is the act of seeking out Allah's memories and seeing the world as He sees the world.

A great painter does not content himself by affecting us with his masterpieces; ultimately, he succeeds in changing the landscape of our minds. Once a miniaturist's artistry enters our souls this way, it becomes the criterion for the beauty of our world.

A letter doesn't communicate by words alone. A letter, just like a book, can be read by smelling it, touching it and fondling it. Thereby, intelligent folk will say, "Go on then, read what the letter tells you!" whereas the dull-witted will say, "Go on then, read what he's written!

They paint what they see, whereas we paint what we look at.

Roman sanat?n? canl? tutan ÅŸey, yazar ile okur aras?nda ortak bir kurmaca anlay???n?n olmas? deÄŸil, olmamas?d?r. Bu anlaÅŸmazl?k ve aynalar aras?na düÅŸme duygusu, roman sanat?n? Decartesç? düÅŸüncenin d???na ta??r ve insanl???n düÅŸünme, hayal etme, herkesi, her ÅŸeyi özgürce anlama özlemine seslenir.

I know there are many stances we can adopt towards the novel, many ways in which we commit our soul and mind to it, treating it lightly or seriously. And in just the same manner, I have learned by experience that there are many ways to read a novel. We read sometimes logically, sometimes with our eyes, sometimes with our imagination, sometimes with a small part of our mind, sometimes the way we want to, sometimes the way the books wants us to, and sometimes with every fiber of our being.

Roman sanat? kendimizden bir baÅŸkas? gibi ve baÅŸkalar?ndan kendimiz gibi söz açabilme hüneridir.

Let me say one thing first: I'm a novelist. And it's a novelist's job to put your mind into all sorts of characters, which doesn't mean I agree with them.

Pictura este t?cerea min?ii, muzica ochiului.

everything is tinted, modified, shaped by what we bring to it by our mentality. If we bring beauty to it, we find that it is beautiful. If we bring an ugly mental attitude to it, it is ugly and disappointing.

a dog as mad which simply has a fit, or is so frightened at being pursued by those who are afraid of it, and who project their state of mind to its brain, that it appears to be mad.

It [seed of doubt] made Ender listen more carefully to what people meant, instead of what they said. It made him wise. (Ender's Game, page 111)