No One Drives Me Into Exile, Not

Actually, It's The Other Way Round. In A Poor Country, The Only Consolation People Can Have Is The One That Comes From Their Beliefs.

In A Brutal Country Like Ours, Where Human Life Is 'cheap', It's Stupid To Destroy Yourself For The Sake Of Your Beliefs. Beliefs? High Ideas? Only People In Rich Countries Can Enjoy Such Luxuries.

I Think A Lot About The Poems I Wasn't Able To Write...i Masturbrated...solitude Is Essentially A Matter Of Pride; You Bury Yourself In Your Own Scent. The Issue Is The Same For All Real Poets. If You've Been Happy For Too Long, You Become Banal. By The Same Token, If You've Been Unhappy For A Long Time, You Lose Your Poetic Power...happiness And Poverty Can Only Coexist For The Briefest Time. Afterword Either Happiness Coarsens The Poet Or The Poem Is So True It Destroys His Happiness.

It's Very Gratifying To Me To See My Works Bringing People Closer To My Country.

When Turkey Began Approaching The Eu, I Wasn't The Only One Who Worried That The Dark Stain In Turkey's History - Or Rather The History Of The Ottoman Empire - Could Become A Problem One Day. In Other Words, What Happened To The Armenians In World War I. That's Why I Couldn't Leave The Issue Untouched.