Hale

“-Bu köşk için cinli perili dediler de korkuyorum.
-Aman düşündüğün şeye bak! Bu dünyada hiç perisiz yer olur mu? İki gözüm onlar iyi saatte olsunlar, nerede yok ki burada olmasınlar...”
― Hüseyin Rahmi Gürpınar

“Öldürdükleri hizmetçilerden birinin kemikleri bulundu. Allah rahmet eylesin, pek semiz, yağlı bir kadındı. Testi kebabı yapmışlar...”
― Hüseyin Rahmi Gürpınar, Gulyabani

“Lying there as I gazed up with rapture, I purposely avoided looking at the paleness of my body, but I was still vaguely aware of it, somewhere in the periphery of my vision. Yet, still silent, I sensed that it was not the same white body as when I was little. I couldn't stand it. The body had no connection to my mind, it developed on its own accord, which was unbearable and bewildering. It made me miserable that I was rapidly becoming an adult and that I was unable to do anything about it. I suppose there is no choice but to give myself over to what is happening, to wait and see as I become a grown up. I want to have a doll-like body forever. I splashed the bathwater about, trying to imitate a child, but I still felt depressed. I was distressed, like there wasn't any reason left to live.”
― Osamu Dazai, Schoolgirl

“Really, I don't know which is the true me. What ever will I do when there aren't any more books to read, or when I can't find another role model to imitate? Probably just wither away, helpless and sniveling profusely. Anyhow, these aimless thoughts I have on the train every day don't do me much good. The unpleasant warmth I still felt in my body was unbearable. I felt I had to do something, somehow, but would I be able to fully grasp what that was? My self-criticisms seem basically pointless to me. I would start to judge, and when I'd get to my negative or weak traits, I'd immediately begin to indulge or wallow in self-pity, and then decide it's no good, why not just leave well enough alone, so I've given up on criticism. It would be best if I just didn't think of anything at all.”
― Osamu Dazai, Schoolgirl