Life, it has been agreed by everyone whose opinion is worth consulting, is the only fit subject for novelist or biographer; life, the same authorities have decided, has nothing whatever to do with sitting still in a chair and thinking. Thought and life are as the poles asunder.

“...gece yarısı bütün sınırlar silinince toprak nasıl şeklini alır, tıpkı Romalı…”

“There was nobody. Her words faded. So a rocket fades. Its sparks, having grazed…”

“Is it not possible that the accent falls a little differently, that the moment …”

“Yet, she said to herself, from the dawn of time odes have been sung to love; wr…”