Cities Are Erected On Spiritual Columns. Like

Love Exists Within Each Of Us From The Moment We Are Born And Waits To Be Discovered From Then On.

Bountiful Is Your Life, Full And Complete. Or So You Think, Until Someone Comes Along And Makes You Realize What You Have Been Missing All This Time. Like A Mirror That Reflects What Is Absent Rather Than Present, He Shows You The Void In Your Soul—the Void You Have Resisted Seeing. That Person Can Be A Lover, A Friend, Or A Spiritual Master. Sometimes It Can Be A Child To Look After. What Matters Is To Find The Soul That Will Complete Yours. All The Prophets Have Given The Same Advice: Find The One Who Will Be Your Mirror!".

What I’m Saying Is, My Friends, One Ought To Be Able To Let Go. If A Path Does Not Please Us, Instead Of Insisting On Going That Specific Way, Of Making Our Selfishness The Guide, We Ought To Forsake. The Books We Cannot Write, The Films We Cannot Shoot, The Projects We Cannot Develop, The Jobs We Cannot Pursue And The People Who No Longer Love Us. Being Able To Let Go, At Times, Is The Most Beautiful Of All!

When I Am Writing Political Op-eds, I Do Think Carefully About The Impact Of My Words. When I Am Writing Fiction, It's A Different Story. In My Fiction I Am More Reckless. I Don't Care About The Real World Until I Am Done With The Book.

We're Stuck. We're Stuck Between The East And The West. Between The Past And The Future. On The One Hand There Are The Secular Modernists, So Proud Of The Regime They Constructed, You Cannot Breathe A Critical Word. They've Got The Army And Half Of The State On Their Side. On The Other Hand There Are The Conventional Traditionalist, So Infatuated With The Ottoman Past, You Cannot Breathe A Critical Word. They've Got The General Public And The Remaining Half Of The State On Their Side.