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“Ben artık şiir okumak değil, şiir yazmak istiyorum, bir dilde değil, bin dilde yazmak istiyorum - bir kültürde değil, bin kültürde yaşamak istiyorum - ben artık edebiyatın simgesi olarak değil, insanlığın kıvılcımı olarak ölmek istiyorum.”

“Ben Bi' Garip Dervişim (Şiir) Ben bi' garip dervişim, cennetine dönmeyeceğim; bu dünya derdim benim, bu toprak dermanım. Çok yorgunum artık, yine de asla durmayacağım; bu orman, insan olana kadar bir canı bin defa feda edeceğim. Dünya sadece benim değil, dünya sadece değil senin; ya dünya herkesin hakkıdır, ya da değil hiç kimsenin.”

“Ben, bu hayatı amaçsız yaşayanları anlamıyorum. Ot gibi geldiler, ot gibi gidiyorlar... Ne bir iz bırakıyorlar ne de aldıkları nefesin hakkını verecek bir mum yakıyorlar. Başarıyı da para kazanmak sanıyorlar. Oysa bu dediğim maddi bir şey değil ki! Olacağın veya kazanacağın bir şey değil. Bir yol belki, o kadar. Tek başına çıkacağın, sana hiçbir şey vaat etmeyen bir yol. Kendinden soyunup çıkman gereken bir yol. Eğer bu sensiz yolculuğun hakkını verirsen, zamanın geldiğinde, gözlerini huzurla kapayacaksın. Ödülün de o olacak!”

“Ben bütün hüzünleri denemişim kendimde Canımla besliyorum şu hüznün kuşlarını Bir bir denemişim bütün kelimeleri Yeni sözler buldum seni görmeyeli Kuliste yarasını saran soytarı gibi Seni görmeyeli Kasketim eğip üstüne acılarımın Sen yüzüne sürgün olduğum kadın Kardeşim olan gözlerini unutmadım Çık gel bir kez daha beni bozguna uğrat Sen tutar kendini incecik sevdirirdin Bir umuttum bir misillemeydin yalnızlığa Şanssızım diyemem kendi payıma Hain bir aşk bu kökü dışarda Olur böyle şeyler ara sıra Olur ara sıra”

“Ben ducked beneath the arbor and paused by the fishpond when a memory crept upon him like a shadow. This was the spot where Alice had first read to him from her manuscript. He could still hear her voice, as if it had somehow been captured by the leaves around them and was being played back now, just for him, like a gramophone recording. "I've had a brilliant idea," he heard her say, so young and innocent, so full of joy. "I've been working on it all morning and I don't like to boast, but I'm quite sure it's going to be my best yet." "Is it?" Ben had said with a smile. He'd been teasing, but Alice had been far too excited to notice. She'd leapt on with telling him about her idea, the plot, the characters, the twist, and the intensity of her focus- her passion- changed her face completely, bringing an animated beauty to her features. He hadn't noticed she was beautiful until she spoke to him of her stories. Her cheeks flushed and her eyes shone with intelligence. And she was 'very' clever. It took a certain kind of clever to figure out a puzzle- to look ahead and see through all the possible scenarios, to be so strategic. Ben didn't have that kind of brain. In the beginning he'd simply enjoyed her enthusiasm, the indulgence of being told a story while he worked, the chance to bat ideas back and forth, which was so much like play. She made him feel young, he supposed; her youthful preoccupation with her work, with the very moment they were in, was intoxicating. It made his adult worries disappear.”

“Ben... En çok... Güzel bahaneler uyduranları sevdim... Ha bire açıklama yapanları, açıklama yapmamı mütemadiyen zorunlu kılanları değil... Diyelim ki bir gece körkütük içmek için... Diyelim ki aniden ve yeniden, en temiz yerden sevmeye başlamak için bahane... Diyelim ki çok güzel bir şeyi delidolu överken, onunla kendimizi daha güzel ve hür hissedebilelim diye bahane...”

“Ben, for three thousand years architects designed buildings with columns shaped like female figures. At last Rodin pointed out that this was work too heavy for a girl. He didn't say, "Look, you jerks, if you have to do this, make it a brawny male figure." He showed it. This poor little caryatid has fallen under the load. She's a good girl—look at her face. Serious, unhappy at her failure, not blaming anyone, not even the gods. And still trying to shoulder her load after she has crumpled under it. But she is more than good art denouncing bad art. She is a symbol for every woman who ever shouldered a load too heavy. But not only women. This symbol means every man and woman who ever sweated out fortitude until they crumpled under their loads. It is courage, Ben, and victory. Victory? Victory in defeat, Ben—there is none higher. She is still trying to shoulder that stone long after it has crushed her.”

“Ben-Gurion himself, writing to his son in 1937, appeared convinced that this was the only course of action open to Zionism: ‘The Arabs will have to go, but one needs an opportune moment for making it happen, such as a war.’ The opportune moment came in 1948. Ben-Gurion is in many ways the founder of the State of Israel and was its first prime minister. He also masterminded the ethnic cleansing of Palestine.”

“Ben has a Greek foot, where the second toe is longer than the rest. I didn’t expect anything different from this Greek god. His feet perfectly match his whole being. Every cell of this man is an aesthetic wonder to me. I can’t help but linger in this moment of sensual emotional ecstasy. After a few seconds I realise that we’ve unconsciously skipped a level, namely level 19.”

“Ben is twenty-six, and this is his first job. He is small, weedy, and terribly, terribly serious about his work. His. Not anyone else’s. He despises everyone else’s. He has, however, produced our only literary fiction in the last two years that has sold over five thousand copies, so people listen to him. Which is a pity, since he doesn’t really have anything to say.”

“Ben jij dan niet degene die “psst” zegt?' 'Ik hoor ook iets maar ik heb geen idee waar het vandaan komt.' Waar het ook vandaan mag komen, uit de bergen, van de vogels, uit de zee, van een mens, een dier, het gras, de insecten, de bloemen. Waar het vandaan komt maakt niet uit, zolang het er maar is! Zonder dat 'psst' is het niks gedaan. Zolang dat klinkt: leve de bloemen, de insecten, de mensen... Psst, psst. Psst, psst. Psst, psst.”