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“At that moment I was fully aware for the first time how far advanced the process of paralysis already was in me—it was as if I were moving through flowing, bright water without being halted or taking root anywhere, and I knew very well that this chill was something dead and corpse-like, not yet surrounded by the foul breath of decomposition but already numbed beyond recovery, a grimly cold lack of emotion.”
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“Bizim gibiler ancak oyunlarda ölür. Bizim gibiler düşünceleri yüzünden ölmez. Her zaman 'millet birbirini öldürür.' Biz sadece seyrederiz onları.”
― Oyunlarla Yaşayanlar
― Oyunlarla Yaşayanlar
“Biz çocuk kalmış bir milletiz. Çünkü her şeye çocuk gibi sevinir, çocuk gibi üzülürüz her şeye.”
― Oyunlarla Yaşayanlar
― Oyunlarla Yaşayanlar
“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
― The Bell Jar
― The Bell Jar
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