"I study the scene in front of the bus the way I studied my letters in school. Gradually I begin to make out a kind of order in all the disorderness, a pattern to it all. It is like a river, where the currents of busses and trucks and people and animals flow into and around each other. If you look hard enough, chaos turns into order the way letters turn into words"
📚🔔 Tatil zili çaldı!
Bir yıl boyunca verilen emeklerin ardından şimdi dinlenme, keşfetme ve yeni maceralara atılma zamanı. 🌞
Bu yaz bol kahkahalı, bol anılı ve elbette bol kitaplı geçsin. Tüm öğrencilere keyifli tatiller diliyoruz! 💙📖
"I think she hoped her voice would somehow keep him alive, would clot the blood.
But I think she knew deep down in the deepest part of her downness she was kissing him good-bye."