Efsun Ecem

“Here the destruction is subtle, and there the body is torn. Here the breaking is perceived, and there the dead unaware carry their putrid remains. All trade in filth, carry their filth one to another, all walk the streets as though the ground did not recoil, all stretch their necks to bite the air, as though the breath had not withdrawn. The seed bursts without a blessing, and the harvest is gathered as if it were food.”
― Leonard Cohen, Book of Mercy

“It’s the hardest addiction of all,’ said Patrick. ‘Forget heroin. Just try giving up irony, that deep-down need to mean two things at once, to be in two places at once, not to be there for the catastrophe of a fixed meaning.”
― Edward St. Aubyn, At Last

“Consider this: Could it be true that, in all Russian literature, there isn’t a single clear and joyous depiction of the sun?”
― Isaac Babel, Odessa Stories

“You were supposed to say, I
am wholly yours, nothing
but these words.”
― W.G. Sebald, Across the Land and the Water: Selected Poems, 1964-2001