A Saint Belongs To All Humanity.

Every True Love And Friendship Is A Story Of Unexpected Transformation. If We Are The Same Person Before And After We Loved, That Means We Haven't Loved Enough.

Yeah, We Should All Line Up Along The Bosphorus Bridge And Puff As Hard As We Can To Shove This City In The Direction Of The West. If That Doesn't Work, We'll Try The Other Way, See If We Can Veer To The East. It's No Good To Be In Between. International Politics Does Not Appreciate Ambiguity.

The Universe Is One Being. Everything And Everyone Is Interconnected Through An Invisible Web Of Stories. Whether We Are Aware Of It Or Not, We Are All In A Silent Conversation. Do No Harm. Practise Compassion. And Do Not Gossip Behind Anyone's Back - Not Even Seemingly Innocent Remark! The Words That Come Out Of Our Mouth Do Not Vanish But Are Perpetually Stored In Infinite Space, And They Will Come Back To Us In Due Time. One Man's Pain Will Hurt Us All. One Man's Joy Will Make Everyone Smile.

The Child Had Indeed Shut Up But All The Questions That Had Accumulated On His Tongue Circulated In His Mouth, Moved Through The Passages Of His Nose And Climbed Up From There To Tickle Into His Teardrop Ducts, So In His Moss Green Pupils, Curious, Insistent, Accusing Sparks Of Questions Continued To Light Up And Fade Away Like Fireflies Flitting About On Summer Nights.

I Like To Borrow A Metaphor From The Great Poet And Mystic Rumi Who Talks About Living Like A Drawing Compass. One Leg Of The Compass Is Static. It Is Fixed And Rooted In A Certain Spot. Meanwhile, The Other Leg Draws A Huge Wide Circle Around The First One, Constantly Moving. Just Like That, One Part Of My Writing Is Based In Istanbul. It Has Strong Local Roots. Yet At The Same Time The Other Part Travels The Whole Wide World, Feeling Connected To Several Cities, Cultures, And Peoples.