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“Is solace anywhere more comforting than in the arms of a sister?”
― Alice Walker

“Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.”
― Neil Gaiman, Coraline

“Yeah, because I'm extremely romantic here. You know what is my fear? This postmodern, permissive, pragmatic etiquette towards sex. It's horrible. They claim sex is healthy; it's good for the heart, for blood circulation, it relaxes you. They even go into how kissing is also good because it develops the muscles here – this is horrible, my God! It's no longer that absolute passion. I like this idea of sex as part of love, you know: 'I'm ready to sell my mother into slavery just to fuck you for ever.' There is something nice, transcendent, about it. I remain incurably romantic.”
― Slavoj Žižek

“A woman not only takes her identity and individuality for granted, but knows instinctively that the only wrong is to hurt others, and that the meaning of life is love.”
― Valerie Solanas, SCUM Manifesto

“I lay and cried, and began to feel again, to admit I was human, vulnerable, sensitive. I began to remember how it had been before; how there was that germ of positive creativeness. Character is fate; and damn, I'd better work on my character. I had been withdrawing into a retreat of numbness: it is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch one. But my honest self revolted at this, hated me for doing this. Sick with conflict, destructive negative emotions, frozen into disintegration I was, refusing to articulate, to spew forth these emotions - they festered in me, growing big, distorted, like pus-bloated sores. Small problems, mentions of someone else's felicity, evidence of someone else's talents, frightened me, making me react hollowly, fighting jealousy, envy, hate. Feeling myself fall apart, decay, rot, and the laurels wither and fall away, and my past sins and omissions strike me with full punishment and import. All this, all this foul, gangrenous, sludge ate away at my insides. Silent, insidious.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

“Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everyone I've ever known.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters

“How do you spell 'love'?" - Piglet
"You don't spell it...you feel it." - Pooh”
― A.A. Milne

“But in the end it wasn't up to me. The bigs things never are. Birth, I mean, and death. And love. And what love bequeaths to us before we're born.”
― Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex

“It doesn't matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was.”
― Anne Sexton

“Bana Lord Kar deme.'
Cüce bir kaşını kaldırdı. 'Sana iblis denmesini mi tercih edersin? Sözleriyle seni incitebileceklerini onlara hissettirirsen alaylarından asla kurtulamazsın. Eğer sana bir isim vermeye kalkıyorlarsa, ismi al ve kendine mal et. Böylece, seni bir daha onunla yaralayamazlar.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

“The one measure of true love is: you can insult the other”
― Slavoj Zizek

“And I am all the things I have ever loved: scuppernong wine, cool baptisms in silent water, dream books and number playing.”
― Toni Morrison

“Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.”
― Margaret Atwood

“They don’t live in the real world, we tell ourselves fondly: but what kind of criticism is that?
If they can manage not to live in it, good for them. We would rather not live in it either, ourselves.
And in fact they don’t live in it, because such women are fictions: composed by others, but just as frequently by themselves, though even stupid women are not so stupid as they pretend: they pretend for love.
Men love them because they make even stupid men feel smart: women for the same reason, and because they are reminded of all the stupid things they have done themselves, but mostly because without them there would be no stories.
No stories! No stories! Imagine a world without stories!”
― Margaret Atwood, Good Bones

“XVIII
en acısını sevgilim en acısını
tadayım istedin:

en acısı buydu.

XVII
omurgamı aldın benim.
omurgamı aldın.
omurgamı aldın.
omurgamı.

niye?

XIX
Varla yok arasındayım
Varla yok arasındayım
Hep, varla yok arasındaydım.
Zaten.
Ben bilmedim ki
niye teyelliyim, niye?

Varla yok arasında
Varla yok arasında
Elimde bir kırık testi

Elimde bir kırık testi
Nereye bırakayım!

XX
Gitmek mi yitmektir kalmak mı artık bilmiyorum
yerini yadırgayan eşyalar gibiydim ya ben hep
ve inançlı, gitmenin bir şeyi değiştirmediğine.

bilemem, belki bu yüzden
ben sana yanlış bir yerden edilmiş
bir büyük yemin gibiydim.
beni hep aynı yerimden yaralayan o eve
yine de döneyim döneyim istedim.

XXI
ah benim sesimle
söylesem de, inanmazlar
benzemiyor çünkü bir dile.

döndüğüm, döndüğüm ama döndüğüm
döndüğüm bu sema sensin. dönnnnnnnnn
düğüm.

sen benim kara ömrüme vuran
suyumu harelendiren sevincimdin.

XXXV
onu sevebileceğinin en yücesiyle sevdin.
titreme daha fazla kalbim.

bağışla kendini artık onu da
bırak gitsin.
bırak gitsin.

o senin en ezel gününden kaderin
sen onu nasılsa bin kere daha
seveceksin.

XXII
günler öylece kendi kendine geçsin diye
bir camın arkasında durdum
bana dokunmasın hiçbir şey
hiçbir şey yarama merhem olmasın
iyileşecekse, hiçbir şeysiz iyileşsin diye
bir camın arkasında durup
akan hayata ve zaman baktım.

bilirdim, biliyordum, biliyorum,
bittiğinde, geçtiğinde,
azaldığında sızı, iyileştiğimde,
o saman tadıyla karıştığında;
her şey daha acı olacak.

XXXIII
ne sanıyorsun?
ne sanıyorsun?
benim olan artık
senin de kaderin:
dağbaşı,
oradaki yaralı ıssızlık.”
― Birhan Keskin, Y'ol

“Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze.
Hair: brown. Lips: scarlet.
Age: five thousand three hundred days.
Profession: none, or "starlet"

Where are you hiding, Dolores Haze?
Why are you hiding, darling?
(I Talk in a daze, I walk in a maze
I cannot get out, said the starling).

Where are you riding, Dolores Haze?
What make is the magic carpet?
Is a Cream Cougar the present craze?
And where are you parked, my car pet?

Who is your hero, Dolores Haze?
Still one of those blue-capped star-men?
Oh the balmy days and the palmy bays,
And the cars, and the bars, my Carmen!

Oh Dolores, that juke-box hurts!
Are you still dancin', darlin'?
(Both in worn levis, both in torn T-shirts,
And I, in my corner, snarlin').

Happy, happy is gnarled McFate
Touring the States with a child wife,
Plowing his Molly in every State
Among the protected wild life.

My Dolly, my folly! Her eyes were vair,
And never closed when I kissed her.
Know an old perfume called Soliel Vert?
Are you from Paris, mister?

L'autre soir un air froid d'opera m'alita;
Son fele -- bien fol est qui s'y fie!
Il neige, le decor s'ecroule, Lolita!
Lolita, qu'ai-je fait de ta vie?

Dying, dying, Lolita Haze,
Of hate and remorse, I'm dying.
And again my hairy fist I raise,
And again I hear you crying.

Officer, officer, there they go--
In the rain, where that lighted store is!
And her socks are white, and I love her so,
And her name is Haze, Dolores.

Officer, officer, there they are--
Dolores Haze and her lover!
Whip out your gun and follow that car.
Now tumble out and take cover.

Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze.
Her dream-gray gaze never flinches.
Ninety pounds is all she weighs
With a height of sixty inches.

My car is limping, Dolores Haze,
And the last long lap is the hardest,
And I shall be dumped where the weed decays,
And the rest is rust and stardust.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

“RÜZGÂR BİZİ GÖTÜRECEK

küçücük gecemde benim, ne yazık
rüzgârın yapraklarla buluşması var
küçücük gecemde benim yıkım korkusu var

dinle
karanlığın esintisini duyuyor musun?
bakıyorum elgince ben bu mutluluğa
bağımlısıyım ben kendi umutsuzluğumun

dinle
karanlığın esintisini duyuyor musun?
şimdi bir şeyler geçiyor geceden
ay kızıldır ve allak bullak
ve her an yıkılma korkusundaki bu damda
bulutlar sanki, yaslı yığınlar misali
yağış anını bekliyorlar

bir an
ve sonrasında hiç.
bu pencerenin arkasında gece titremede
ve yeryüzü giderek durmada
bu pencerenin arkasında bir bilinmez
seni ve beni merak ediyor
ey baştan aşağı yeşil!
yakıcı anılar gibi ellerini,
bırak benim aşık ellerime
ve dudaklarını
varlığın sıcak duygusunu
benim sevdalı dudaklarımın okşayışına bırak
rüzgâr bizi götürecek
rüzgâr bizi götürecek.”


Furuğ Ferruhzad, ‘Ses, Ses, Yalnız Ses’, sayfa 51-52”
― Furuğ Ferruhzad, Ses, Ses, Yalnız Ses

“Do you like me?”
No answer.
Silence bounced, fell off his tongue
and sat between us
and clogged my throat.
It slaughtered my trust.
It tore cigarettes out of my mouth.
We exchanged blind words,
and I did not cry,
I did not beg,
but blackness filled my ears,
blackness lunged in my heart,
and something that had been good,
a sort of kindly oxygen,
turned into a gas oven.”
― Anne Sexton

“Suicide is, after all, the opposite of the poem.”
― Anne Sexton

“Life is a disease: sexually transmitted, and invariably fatal.”
― Neil Gaiman

“Most books on witchcraft will tell you that witches work naked. This is because most books on witchcraft were written by men.”
― Neil Gaiman

“This is how you do it: you sit down at the keyboard and you put one word after another until its done. It's that easy, and that hard.”
― Neil Gaiman

“Merricat, said Connie, would you like a cup of tea?
Oh no, said Merricat, you’ll poison me.
Merricat, said Connie, would you like to go to sleep?
Down in the boneyard ten feet deep!”
― Shirley Jackson, We Have Always Lived in the Castle

“Naming suffering, exalting it, dissecting it into its smallest components – that is doubtless a way to curb mourning.”
― Julia Kristeva, Black Sun

“And nevertheless, no, I have nothing to say to them, to my parents. Nothing. Nothing and everything, as always. If I tried – out of boldness, through luck, or in distress – to share with them some of the violence that causes me to be so totally on my own, they would not know where I am, who I am, what it is, in others, that rubs me the wrong way.”
― Julia Kristeva, Strangers to Ourselves

“When I was about eight, I decided that the most wonderful thing, next to a human being, was a book.”
― Margaret Walker

“The saddest aspect of life right now is that science gathers knowledge faster than society gathers wisdom.”
― Isaac Asimov

“One, remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Two, never give up work. Work gives you meaning and purpose and life is empty without it. Three, if you are lucky enough to find love, remember it is there and don't throw it away.”
― Stephen Hawking

“Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known.”
― Carl Sagan

“Nothing in life is to be feared, it is only to be understood. Now is the time to understand more, so that we may fear less.”
― Marie Curie