My Name is Red

by Orhan Pamuk

Painting is the silence of thought and the music of sight.

Jewish quarter in Balat.

Indeed, it is precisely because it makes life easier that modesty is such a highly prized virtue in our part of the world.

Books, which we mistake for consolation, only add depth to our sorrow.

The cold from outside entered as the door yawned open.

My son Orhan, who’s foolish enough to be logical in all matters,