Love Is A Sacred Silence.

How Much Can We Ever Know About The Love And Pain In Another's Heart? How Much Can We Hope To Understand Those Who Have Suffered Deeper Anguish, Greater Deprivation, And More Crushing Disappointments Than We Ourselves Have Known? Even If The World's Rich And Powerful Were To Put Themselves In The Shoes Of The Rest, How Much Would They Really Understand The Wretched Millions Suffering Around Them? So It Is When Orhan The Novelist Peers Into The Dark Corners Of His Poet Friend's Difficult And Painful Life: How Much Can He Really See?

Before My Birth There Was Infinite Time, And After My Death, Inexhaustible Time. I Never Thought Of It Before: I'd Been Living Luminously Between Two Eternities Of Darkness.

I Certainly See Myself More As A Craftsman Than As An Artist.

It May Not Happen In The First Instant, But Within Ten Minutes Of Meeting A Man, A Woman Has A Clear Idea Of Who He Is, Or At Least Who He Might Be For Her, And Her Heart Of Hearts Has Already Told Her Whether Or Not She's Going To Fall In Love With Him.

Ka Found It Very Soothing: For The First Time In Years, He Felt Part Of A Family. In Spite Of The Trials And Responsibilities Of What Was Called 'family', He Saw Now The Joys Of Its Unyielding Togetherness, And Was Sorry Not To Have Known More Of It In His Life.