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Sometimes I would forget Time altogether, and nestle into "now" as if it were a soft bed.
The Museum of Innocence, Orhan Pamuk
...at the end of the day there was nothing to be gained by reminding people that everything that had ever been written, even the greatest and most authoritative texts in the world, were about dreams, not real life, dreams conjured up by words.
— Orhan Pamuk, The Black Book
...at the end of the day there was nothing to be gained by reminding people that everything that had ever been written, even the greatest and most authoritative texts in the world, were about dreams, not real life, dreams conjured up by words.
— Orhan Pamuk, The Black Book
...at the end of the day there was nothing to be gained by reminding people that everything that had ever been written, even the greatest and most authoritative texts in the world, were about dreams, not real life, dreams conjured up by words.
— Orhan Pamuk, The Black Book
...at the end of the day there was nothing to be gained by reminding people that everything that had ever been written, even the greatest and most authoritative texts in the world, were about dreams, not real life, dreams conjured up by words.
— Orhan Pamuk, The Black Book
Orhan Pamuk
"Istanbul: Memories and the City"