Love Is A Sacred Silence.

Before My Birth There Was Infinite Time, And After My Death, Inexhaustible Time. I Never Thought Of It Before: I'd Been Living Luminously Between Two Eternities Of Darkness.

I Very Much Enjoy Reading Other Writers' Diaries, Mainly Because It Makes Me Ask Myself: Are They Like You? How Do They Think?

Nothing Changed In My Life Since I Work All The Time," Pamuk Said Then. "i've Spent 30 Years Writing Fiction. For The First 10 Years I Worried About Money And No One Asked Me How Much Money I Made. The Second Decade I Spent Money And No One Was Asking Me About That. And I've Spent The Last 10 Years With Everyone Expecting To Hear How I Spend The Money, Which I Will Not Do.

Well, On The One Hand The Turks Have The Legitimate Need To Defend Their National Dignity - And This Includes Being Recognized As A Part Of The West And Europe.

I Think A Lot About The Poems I Wasn't Able To Write...i Masturbrated...solitude Is Essentially A Matter Of Pride; You Bury Yourself In Your Own Scent. The Issue Is The Same For All Real Poets. If You've Been Happy For Too Long, You Become Banal. By The Same Token, If You've Been Unhappy For A Long Time, You Lose Your Poetic Power...happiness And Poverty Can Only Coexist For The Briefest Time. Afterword Either Happiness Coarsens The Poet Or The Poem Is So True It Destroys His Happiness.