The Silence Of Snow, Thought

Turks Have A Dismissive Phrase: He Works Like A Clerk. I Have Turned This Insult Around: I Am Proud To Say That I Work Like A Clerk.

Happiness Is Holding Someone In Your Arms And Knowing You Hold The Whole World.

Sometimes I Would See Them Not As Mementos Of The Blissful Hours But As The Tangible Precious Debris Of The Storm Raging In My Soul.

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.

In The Mornings I Used To Say Goodbye To My Wife Like Someone Going To Work. I'd Leave The House, Walk Around A Few Blocks, And Come Back Like A Person Arriving At The Office.