The power of things inheres in the memories they gather up inside them, and also in the vicissitudes of our imagination, and our memory--of this there is no doubt.

After all, a woman who doesn't love cats is never going to be make a man happy.

Real museums are places where Time is transformed into Space.

Sometimes I would see them not as mementos of the blissful hours but as the tangible precious debris of the storm raging in my soul.

The gap between compassion and surrender is love’s darkest, deepest region.

I realized that the longing for art, like the longing for love, is a malady that blinds us, and makes us forget the things we already know, obscuring reality.

After all, isn't the purpose of the novel, or of a museum, for that matter, to relate our memories with such sincerity as to transform individual happiness into a happiness all can share?

Clocks and calendars do not exist to remind us of the Time we've forgotten but to regulate our relations with others and indeed all of society, and this is how we use them.

Believing that Sibel was saying these things to me to make me angry, I got angry. But this is not to say that the fury owed nothing to my partial awareness that she was right.

These were innocent people, so innocent that they thought poverty a crime that wealth would allow them to forget. --- from the notebooks of Celal Salik

And I wonder what the sound of a heart breaking might be. And I think it might be quiet, unperceptively so, and not dramatic at all. Like the sound of an exhausted swallow falling gently to earth.

I've concluded that I learned far more from my failures than from my successes.

When I was 10, my parents really valued success in the arts, and I thought if I was a famous 'something artistic, ' that they would love me more.

A white male child of perfect innocence and intelligence makes the most suitable victim.

Satire's my weapon, but I'm too discreet To run amuck, and tilt at all I meet.

O hour, of all hours, the most blesse'd upon earth, The bless'd hour of our dinners!

I was the front man of the choir and then when I was 12 and I was the leadsinger of my highschool groups.

Abstract Expressionism was invented by New York drunks.

When he [Joe Lewis] was asked upon his retirement about his long career, Joe sweetly summed it up in just ten words. 'I did the best I could with what I had'.

Nothing about becoming indispensable is easy. If it's easy, it's already been done and it's no longer valuable.