Nurullah Doğan

“İnsan, bilhassa kadın ve erkek münasebetleri o kadar karmakarışık ve arzularımız, hislerimiz o kadar anlaşılmaz ve bulanık ki, hiç kimse ne yaptığını bilmiyor ve akıntıya kapılıp gidiyor. ...”
― Sabahattin Ali, Kürk Mantolu Madonna

“In my mind are all the tides, their seasons, their ebbs and their flows. In my mind are all the halls, the endless procession of them, the intricate pathways. When this world becomes too much for me, when I grow tired of the noise and the dirt and the people, I close my eyes and I name a particular vestibule to myself; then I name a hall.”
― Susanna Clarke, Piranesi

“May your Paths be safe, your Floors unbroken and may the House fill your eyes with Beauty.”
― Susanna Clarke, Piranesi

“During the year when we were building the new village, the women had become animated again, but then they lapsed into the old sluggishness, never hurrying to complete any task, since there were so few that they preferred to draw them out. That made them seem like old women. They had no reason to look up, so they walked with a stoop. The last passions had fizzled out, their hair was going grey and they seemed to have lost the desire to live. We had survived the prison, the plain and the loss of all hope, but the women had discovered that survival is no more than putting off the moment of death.”
― Jacqueline Harpman, I Who Have Never Known Men