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“The present is the instant in which the wheel of the speeding car just barely touches the ground. And the part of the wheel that still hasn’t touched, will touch in that immediacy that absorbs the present instant and turns it into the past.”

“I see that I’ve never told you how I listen to music—I gently rest my hand on the record player and my hand vibrates, sending waves through my whole body: and so I listen to the electricity of the vibrations, the last substratum of reality’s realm, and the world trembles inside my hands.”

“Anger looked like fireworks. Love was an indistinct blur.”

“The world inside me is bigger than the world outside me”

“Women are prepared to suffer for love; it’s written into their birth certificates.”

“I think it was around this guy that I began to wonder if anything was ever going to be nice again. He never understood anything I said. He always treated me with kindly animal gentleness, but when he started telling me that his friends thought that “At last he’s found a girl intelligent enough for him” I thought, Intelligent! I was intelligent enough for him? Besides, he was too tall.”

“This is a love story and I apologize; it was inadvertent. But I want it clearly understood from the start that I don’t expect it to turn out well.”

“Rain begins to fall. Life tears open like a wound that rots and bubbles. If anyone talks to me about happiness, I swear to God I’ll break their face.”

“No brush could be fine enough to capture the richness and subtlety of her beauty.”

“There were days like that, when she’d understand so well and see so much that she’d end up in a gentle and dizzy drunkenness, almost anxious, as if her perceptions without thoughts were dragging her in a shiny and sweet swirl to where, to where.”

“Every once in a while, like a little almost inaudible cry and then silence denying it, she’d quickly gain the feeling of being able to live and then she’d lose it forever in a dizzy surprise: what happened? Though the feeling was fleeting as a perfume while you run, almost a lie, it had been exactly that, being able to live…”

“[…] gratitude isn’t something that you must make an effort to feel.”

“[…] and what you do say when you just let things say themselves, when you let the body alone, to seek and find and take what it likes, and then everything is right, and nothing’s wasted, the waste is covered over and all is swept away in the torrent, in the force of desire.”

“I’ve never written, though I thought I wrote, never loved, though I thought I loved, never done anything but wait outside the closed door.”

“Güzelliğinden ya da kendimi çok yakın hissettiğim hareketlerinden ve teninden sızan bir ışık, bana dünyanın gitmem gereken merkezinin onun yanı olduğunu hatırlatıyordu.”

“There are people you can’t teach to appreciate beauty. They’re subhuman.”

“[…] not because he’s handsome, Nelly, but because he’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, […]”

“It is difficult,” I added, “to inspire love in a tomb.”
“One must create the opportunities one can,” he replied oddly.