“Yırtıcıdır bizim uçlarımızın yasaları... Rahmetli babam derdi ki, ‘Oğlum’ derdi, ‘uçlarda postu kurtarayım dersen, önce oku atacaksın, sonra kimi vurduğuna bakacaksın ‘ derdi.”
At the enchanted metropolitan twilight I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others-poor young clerks who loitered in front of windows waiting until it was time for a solitary restaurant dinner-young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life.