"A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity."
"Dreams are my reality."
"Uçurumlar birleştirir yüksek tepeleri."
"...küçük zamanlar birikti, büyük şeyleri ezip geçti. "Bu baskılara, bu sertliğe dayanamam" diyordum; zamanla her şey yumuşadı. Düşünceler insanın canını acıtmıyor; biraz sersemletiyor o kadar. Şiddet değil, süreklilik insanı yıkıyor."
21 Ocak 2012
The winter's tale
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“This is about how you carried my bag off the bus yesterday. This is about how.. when we go to the movies, and you go and you buy popcorn, you always make sure you bring back a napkin so I don’t wipe all the grease on my jeans. And this is about how just last week when we were at miniature golf, you took all of the shots first so I would know the correct path. You taught me how to drive. And last year at prom, you knew that the bracelet I was wearing was my mom’s. You kissed me first, sweetheart. The second time, you counted to ten before doing it again, just in case I wanted to stop you. You bought me a wall. We were alone on a boat for three months, and you understood without a word why I wasn’t ready. Do you have to ask me now, why I am? Pace, I’m going to count to ten.. and then I’m going to start kissing you. If you don’t want me to, then you’re just gonna have to stop me … ten, my love.”