I Realized That The Longing For Art,

As Soon As I Observed Myself From Outside Myself, I Recognized And Understood That I Had A Long-standing Habit Of Keeping An Eye On Myself. That's How I Managed To Pull Myself Together, Over The Years, Checking Myself From The Outside.

As Always After Drinking Too Much, I Felt Like My Own Ghost Trying To Take It's First Solo Walk Outside The Body.

It Is Not My Intention To Explain Turkey, Its Culture And Its Problems. My Literature Has A Universal Concern: I Want To Bring People And Their Emotions Closer To My Readers, Not Explain Turkish Politics.

‎the Past Is Always An Invented Land.

A Writer In Someone Who Spends Years Patiently Trying To Discover The Second Being Inside Him, And The World That Makes Him Who He Is.