kohey

“There are moments when
the past ceases to be a form
of the present.
Rain and tears
look alike.”
― Etel Adnan, Time

“I’m rich. Who the hell wants to be happy?”
― Raymond Chandler, The Long Goodbye

“On returning home I deferred for a time my desire to embrace all mankind.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from the Underground

“Then there are words like pomegranate trees in bloom,
words like the sun igniting the sea beyond mountainous horizons,
flashing like mysterious knives ...

Such words are the burning roses of an infinite imagination;
they are born and they die with the flutterings of butterflies;
we carry those words in our hearts like pregnant shotguns until the day we expire,
martyred for the words we were prepared to die for ...”
― Attilâ İlhan