Life can't be all that bad,' i'd think from time to time. 'Whatever happens, i can always take a long walk along the Bosphorus.

— Orhan Pamuk

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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.


Dogs do speak, but only to those who know how to listen.


How much can we ever know about the love and pain in another 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?


A letter doesn't communicate by words alone.

A letter, just like a book, can be read by smelling it, touching it and fondling it. Thereby, intelligent folk will say, 'Go on then, read what the letter tells you!' whereas the dull-witted will say, 'Go on then, read what he's written!


Life is beautiful if you are on the road to somewhere


Sometimes I sensed that the books I read in rapid succession had set up some sort of murmur among themselves, transforming my head into an orchestra pit where different musical instruments sounded out, and I would realize that I could endure this life because of these musicales going on in my head.


To savour Istanbul's back streets, to appreciate the vines and trees that endow its ruins with accidental grace, you must, first and foremost, be a stranger to them.


The first thing I learned at school was that some people are idiots;

the second thing I learned was that some are even worse.


We live but for a short time, we see but very little, and we know almost nothing; so, at least, let's do some dreaming. Have yourself a very good Sunday, my dear readers.


The bloody years of war and all the atrocities in European history have taught the Europeans that secular politics free of religious hatred is mainly a question of peace. This concept is not anchored in the same way in the consciousness of Turks, which has to do with the fact that the secular was forced upon us by the army.


The challenge is to lend conviction even to the voices which advocate views I find personally abhorrent, whether they are political Islamists or officers justifying a coup.


...every person has a star, every star has a friend, and for every person carrying a star there is someone else who reflects it, and everyone carries this reflection like a secret confidante in the heart.


About Orhan Pamuk

Quotes 177 sayings
Profession Novelist
Birthday October 16

When we lose people we love, we should never disturb their souls, whether living or dead. Instead. we should find consolation in an object that reminds you of them, something...I don't know...even an earring


In fact, my entire childhood consisted of looking at photographs in which the viewer sees the ball behind the line, looking through the goal net, and the poor goalkeeper in front of the net.


We had no desire to live in Istanbul, nor in Paris or New York.

Let them have their discos and dollars, their skycrapers and supersonics transports. Let them have their radios and their color TV, hey, we have ours, don't we? But we have something they don't have. Heart. We have heart. Look, look how the light of life seeps into my very heart


The secularists in Turkey haven't underestimated religion, they just made the mistake of believing they could control it with the power of the army alone.


Censorship should never be allowed. One should be able to say anything. But I refuse to let politics be foisted on me.


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.


The real choice we have to make is between peace and nationalism.


It was in Cihangir that i first learned Istanbul was not an anonymous multitude of walled-in lives - a jungle of apartments where no one knew who was dead or who was celebrating what - but an archipelago of neighbourhoods in which everyone knew each other.


Hüzün does not just paralyze the inhabitants of Instanbul, it also gives them poetic license to be paralyzed.


If we give what we treasure most to a Being we love with all our hearts, if we can do that without expecting anything in return, then the world becomes a beautiful place.


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.


I think perhaps it is a generational thing.

I talk to younger people and they say, Where is this melancholy city you talk about My Istanbul is a sunny place.


Any intelligent person knows that life is a beautiful thing and that the purpose of life is to be happy," said my father as he watched the three beauties. "But it seems only idiots are ever happy. How can we explain this?


Real museums are places where Time is transformed into Space.


Sometimes I would see them not as mementos of the blissful hours but as the tangible precious debris of the storm raging in my soul.


National consciousness is truly a miraculous thing.

When I am not in Turkey I feel even more Turkish than in Istanbul. But when I'm home my European side becomes more apparent.


The silence of snow, thought the man sitting just behind the bus driver.


Turkey, with its political intolerance, as I have described it, is prepared to march forward, to break with its taboo about the Armenians, and is making great strides with respect to human rights and freedom of speech so that it can join the European Union. This alone shows how powerful the European idea is.


The drinking of coffee is an absolute sin! Our Glorious Prophet did not partake of coffee because he knew it dulled the intellect, caused ulcers, hernia and sterility; he understood that coffee was nothing but the Devil's ruse.


Istanbul is certainly in the process of transforming itself into an attractive cultural, tourist and financial center. But there are also millions of sad stories in this giant sea of immigration, poverty, misery and contradictions. So much anger, frustration and fury.


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.


Without patience and the skill of a craftsman, even the greatest talent is wasted.


Whatever anybody says, the most important thing in life is to be happy.


My decision to view the world through novels, as it were, which is a typically European way of looking at things, became a heavy burden for me. But I took it on consciously, even though it was torture for me.


East and West are coming together. Whether in peace or anarchy - they are coming together. There needn't be a clash between East and West, between Islam and Europe.


I see Turkey's future as being in Europe, as one of many prosperous, tolerant, democratic countries.


I identify with my culture, but I am happy to be living on a tolerant, intellectual island where I can deal with Dostoyevsky and Sartre, both great influences for me.


Istanbul is a vast place. There are very conservative neighbourhoods, there are places that are upper class, Westernised, consuming Western culture.


With the death of my father, it wasn't just the objects of everyday life that had changed; even the most ordinary street scenes had become irreplaceable mementos of a lost world whose every detail figured in the meaning of the whole.


As much as I live I shall not imitate them or hate myself for being different to them


After all, isn't the purpose of the novel, or of a museum, for that matter, to relate our memories with such sincerity as to transform individual happiness into a happiness all can share?


Where there is true art and genuine virtuosity the artist can paint an incomparable masterpiece without leaving even a trace of his identity.


And before long , the msuic , the views rushing past the window , my fathers voice and the narrow cobblestone streets all merged into one , and it seemed to me that while we would never find answers to these fundamental questions , it was good for us to ask them anyway . pg. 284


The knowledge that she could learn to love a man had always meant more to her than loving him effortlessly, more even than falling in love, and that was why she now felt that she was on the threshold of a new life, a happiness bound to endure for a very long time.


I believe strongly in an author's moral responsibility.

But his first obligation is to write good books.


The real question is how much suffering we've caused our womenfolk by turning headscarves into symbols - and using women as pawns in a political game.


As always after drinking too much, I felt like my own ghost trying to take it's first solo walk outside the body.