I Am Nothing But A

The Silence Of Snow, Thought The Man Sitting Just Behind The Bus Driver.

Real Museums Are Places Where Time Is Transformed Into Space.

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

My Diary Has Its Own Kind Of Magic. It Gives Me The Feeling Of Having Accomplished Something. On Days When I Don't Have Time For This, I Feel Tortured.

Turkish Football Serves The Cause Of Nationalism, But Not Of The Nation.