I am nothing but a corpse now, a body at the bottom of a well. — Orhan Pamuk

"Try to discover who I am from my choice of words and colors, as attentive people like yourselves might examine footprints to catch a thief."

"What was venerated as style was nothing more than an imperfection or flaw that revealed the guilty hand."

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

"For if a lovers face survives emblazoned on your heart, the world is still your home."

"When you love a city and have explored it frequently on foot, your body, not to mention your soul, gets to know the streets so well after a number of years that in a fit of melancholy, perhaps stirred by a light snow falling ever so sorrowfully, youll discover your legs carrying you of their own accord toward one of your favorite promontories."

"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 Devils ruse."