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How Different From The Cosy World Of Rüya's Detective Novels, Where Authors Never Vexed A Hero With More Signs Than He Needed.

‎the Past Is Always An Invented Land.

We Had No Desire To Live In Istanbul, Nor In Paris Or New York. Let Them Have Their Discos And Dollars, Their Skycrapers And Supersonics Transports. Let Them Have Their Radios And Their Color Tv, Hey, We Have Ours, Don't We? But We Have Something They Don't Have. Heart. We Have Heart. Look, Look How The Light Of Life Seeps Into My Very Heart

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.

When Another Writer In Another House Is Not Free, No Writer Is Free.