Naz Baydar

“For the first three months, I place each student at a table with a thousand pieces of white paper and a trash can underneath. Every day they have to sit at the table for several hours and write ideas. They put the ideas they like on the right side of the table; the ones they don’t like, they put in the trash. But we don’t throw out the trash. After three months, I only take the ideas from the trash can. I don’t even look at the ideas they liked. Because the trash can is a treasure trove of things they’re afraid to do.”
― Marina Abramović, Walk Through Walls: A Memoir

“And though there were no children playing, no doves, no blue-shadowed roof tiles, I felt that the town was alive. And that if I heard only silence, it was because I was not accustomed to silence - maybe because my head was still filled with sounds and voices.”
― Juan Rulfo, Pedro Páramo

“When they ask you where you’re from, tell them your name was fleshed from the toothless mouth of a war-woman. That you were not born but crawled, headfirst— into the hunger of dogs. My son, tell them the body is a blade that sharpens by cutting.”
― Ocean Vuong, Night Sky with Exit Wounds

“Kişi sevdiğini hep sonradan mı anlar?
Dilegetirişin çifteanlamlılığı (Türkçenin bazen inanılmaz olan bağlantısallığı) da yerli yerindeydi:
"Sevdiği'ni" / "Sevdiğini"
Seni de, seni sevdiğimi de , sonradan anlamıştım; sen de, şimdi, gitmiş olduğundan, bu anlamanın da hiçbir önemi kalmamıştı artık.
Bir yitim, bir hiçlik, bir boşluk daha bulmuştum, işte bu anlamla-
Bunu hemen yazmam gerektiğini düşündüm.
Geri döndüm, yazdım.”
― Oruç Aruoba, ile