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"He had felt the bigness and glow of life in what he had read, but his speech was inadequate. He could not express what he felt, and to himself he likened himself to a sailor, in a strange ship, on a dark night, groping about in the unfamiliar running rigging."
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Batman: The Dark Knight
"Biliyor musun neyi fark ettim? Her şey plâna göre gittiğinde kimse paniklemiyor, plân korkunç olsa bile."
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A WORK OF FICTION
As I turned over the last page, after many nights, a wave of sorrow enveloped me. Where had they all gone, these people who had seemed so real? To distract myself, I walked out into the night; instinctively, I lit a cigarette. In the dark, the cigarette glowed, like a fire lit by a survivor. But who would see this light, this small dot among the infinite stars? I stood awhile in the dark, the cigarette glowing and growing small, each breath patiently destroying me. How small it was, how brief. Brief, brief, but inside me now, which the stars could never be.
Bats
There are two kinds of vision:
the seeing of things, which belongs
to the science of optics, versus
the seeing beyond things, which
results from deprivation. Man mocking the dark, rejecting worlds you do not know: though the dark
is full of obstacles, it is possible to have
intense awareness when the field is narrow
and the signals few. Night has bred in us
thought more focused than yours, if rudimentary:
man the ego, man imprisoned in the eye,
there is a path you cannot see, beyond the eye’s reach, what the philosophers have called
the via negativa: to make a place for light
the mystic shuts his eyes—illumination
of the kind he seeks destroys
creatures who depend on things.
701- The Engineer of Human Souls - Josef Skvorecky
702- The American Bride - Mario Soldati
703- Yıldızın Saati - Clarice Lispector
704- Süleyman'ın Şarkısı - Toni Morrison
705- The Wars - Timothy Findley
706- Dispatches - Michael Herr
707- Medyum - Stephen King
708- Venüs Üçgeni - Anais Nin
709- Çarın Delisi - Jaan Kross
710- A Flight of Curlews -
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your