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“One day Mustafa Kemal will say, “Happy is the man who calls himself a Turk,” and this will be carved into hillsides all over Anatolia. It will become the truth because it was Mustafa Kemal Atatürk who said it.”
“If we had wings, do you think we would suffer so much in one place? Don’t you think we would fly away to paradise?”
“Man is a bird without wings,” Iskander told them, “and a bird is a man without sorrows.”
“I am just an old woman in exile, I have no education, I am ugliness personified, but if I could break open my ribs with my bare hands, I would show you that I have a heart grown huge with love, and grief, and memory.”
“To forget the bad things is good. That is obvious. But sometimes one should also forget the things that were wonderful and beautiful, because if you remember them, then you have to endure the sadness of knowing that they have gone. They have gone as irrevocably as my mother, and my Anatolia, and my son who became a devil and drowned, and my sweet husband who also drowned at sea, and all those who died here in the war.
I know that all these things, all my sorrow, all my memories, all these things will disappear, and it will be as if they had never been. I ask myself why God creates all these things, only to let them go. Why does God give us a garden, and put a snake in it? What can anything mean, if all will be forgotten?”
The shame of it is that he has so many memories, but nowadays he can't remember any of them. He is like an iron chest full of treasure, and the key's been lost.
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"Turkey for the Turks'. One day Mustafa Kemal will say, 'Happy is the man who calls himself a Turk,' and this will be carved into hillsides all over Anatolia. It will become the truth because it was Mustafa Kemal Atatürk who said it.
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When I was young my soul seemed to be the same thing as my body. There didn't seem to be any difference, I remember that. When I needed to climb some steps, my legs just climbed, and that was all there was to it. My mind and my muscles were all one. Now when I want to climb some steps I look down at my feet and I say, 'Move, in the name of Saint Gerasimos, move!' and slowly they move, and then I stop to draw breath, and my lungs feel hard and dry, and I feel my heart fluttering in vain like the last poor starving buttertly, and this is how I have come to know in my own way that there is a soul who is not the body, but lives inside it.
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I know that all these things, all my sorrow, all my memories, all these things will disappear, and it will be as if they had never been. I ask myself why God creates all these things, only to let them go. Why does God give us a garden, and put a snake in it? What can anything mean, if all will be forgotten?
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If you're beautiful it's better than working, even if you have to work at it, because you can always get what you want sooner or later. It's like having money, except more fun, because having a job is work, and being beautiful is a game. And it's more than money. It's a weapon.
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