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“I believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail. He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance. The poet's, the writer's, duty is to write about these things. It is his privilege to help a man endure by lifting his heart, by reminding him of the courage and honor and hope and pride and compassion and pity and sacrifice which have been the glory of his past. The poet's voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail.”
― William Faulkner, William Faulkner Reads

“In such condition, there is no place for Industry; because the fruit thereof is uncertain; and consequently no Culture of the Earth; no Navigation, nor use of the commodities that may be imported by Sea; no commodious Building; no Instruments of moving, and removing such things as require much force; no Knowledge of the face of the Earth; no account of Time; no Arts; no Letters; no Society; and which is worst of all, continual fear, and danger of violent death; And the life of man, solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.”
― Thomas Hobbes, Leviathan

“the only mortal sin is giving up.”
― Stephen King

“Günlerden pazartesi. Yine vapurun alt kamarasındayım. Yine hava karlı. Yine İstanbul çirkin. İstanbul mu? İstanbul çirkin şehir. Pis şehir. Hele yağmurlu günlerde. Başka günler güzel mi, değil; güzel değil. Başka günler de köprüsü balgamlıdır. Yan sokakları çamurludur, molozludur. Geceleri kusmukludur. Evler güneşe sırtını çevirmiştir. Sokaklar dardır. Esnafı gaddardır. Zengini lakayttır. İnsanlar her yerde böyle. Yaldızlı karyolalarda çift yatanlar bile tek.
Yalnızlık dünyayı doldurmuş. Sevmek, bir insanı sevmekle başlar her şey. Burda her şey bir insanı sevmekle bitiyor.”
― Sait Faik Abasıyanık, Alemdağ'da Var Bir Yılan