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“Does a tiny candle want to be a huge torch? It doesn't, because if it were a torch, it wouldn't be at a fine dinner table with red wine and in magnificent candlesticks; it wouldn't be on the desk of a writer working passionately in the mysterious darkness of night; it wouldn't be next to the flowered statues of a temple! The tiny candle wouldn't want to abandon all these small beauties and become a huge torch!”

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Mehmet Murat Ildan
Mehmet Murat Ildan

Mehmet Murat Ildan is a renowned Turkish writer born on May 16, 1965. His works span various literary forms including novels, essays, and poetry, and have gained widespread popularity among readers. more

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