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  • #1
    Jane Austen
    “When I fall in love, it will be forever.”
    Jane Austen , Sense and Sensibility: The Screenplay

  • #2
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect. And it's these things I'd believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn't all she should be. I love her and it is the beginning of everything.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald

  • #3
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “Whenever you feel like criticizing any one...just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald

  • #4
    Oscar Wilde
    “To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”
    Oscar Wilde

  • #5
    Frank Zappa
    “So many books, so little time.”
    Frank Zappa

  • #6
    Jorge Luis Borges
    “I am not sure that I exist, actually. I am all the writers that I have read, all the people that I have met, all the women that I have loved; all the cities I have visited.”
    Jorge Luis Borges

  • #7
    William Faulkner
    “Read, read, read. Read everything -- trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You'll absorb it.
    Then write. If it's good, you'll find out. If it's not, throw it out of the window.”
    William Faulkner

  • #8
    Jack Kerouac
    “[...]the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!”
    Jack Kerouac, On the Road

  • #9
    Jack Kerouac
    “One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.”
    Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums

  • #10
    Paul Auster
    “This is the kind of room poets are supposed to work in, the kind of room that threatens to break your spirit and forces you into constant battle with yourself.”
    Paul Auster, Invisible

  • #11
    Turgut Uyar
    “Senin bu ellerinde ne var bilmiyorum göğe bakalım
    Tuttukça güçleniyorum kalabalık oluyorum
    Bu senin eski zaman gözlerin yalnız gibi ağaçlar gibi
    Sularım ısınsın diye bakıyorum ısınıyor
    Seni aldım bu sunturlu yere getirdim
    Sayısız penceren vardı bir bir kapattım
    Bana dönesin diye bir bir kapattım
    Şimdi otobüs gelir biner gideriz
    Dönmeyeceğimiz bir yer beğen başka türlüsü güç
    Bir ellerin bir ellerim yeter belleyelim yetsin
    Seni aldım bana ayırdım durma kendini hatırlat
    Durma kendini hatırlat
    Durma göğe bakalım”
    Turgut Uyar, Göğe Bakma Durağı



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