Every flower is a soul blossoming in Nature.

İstanbul is a magical seal which unites Europe and Asia since the ancient times. Without a doubt, Istanbul is certainly the most beautiful place of the world.

The first man who compared woman to a rose was a poet; the second, an imbecile.

Our dreams are a second life. I have never been able to penetrate without a shudder those ivory or horned gates which separate us from the invisible world.

I have always differentiated between two types of friends; those who want proofs of friendship, and those who do not. One kind loves me for myself and the others for themselves.

Nothing is indifferent, nothing is powerless in the universe; an atom might destroy everything, an atom might save everything!

The key to success is simple. Make people dream.

When the soul drifts uncertainly between life and the dream, between the mind's disorder and the return to cool reflection, it is in religious thought that we should seek consolation.

Our dreams are a second life.

The enthusiasm of old men is singularly like that of infancy.

The tree of knowledge is not the tree of life! And yet can we cast out of our spirits all the good or evil poured into them by so many learned generations? Ignorance cannot be learned.

Don’t make a feller wait too long. A feller waiting on a gal can get ornery’er than a huntin’ dog that’s tree’d it’s squirrel.

Everything about aging in my experience so far has been a plus. Except the death part!

If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry.

I began to see my body like an iPad or a car. I would drive it and demand things from it. It had no limits. It was invincible. It was to be conquered and mastered like the Earth herself.

Remember, it's the winners write the history books, and the losers get the leavings.

As a kid, I wanted to be a pro tennis player. I was pretty good; at the tennis academies I attended, I always played up against older age groups.

To help people with the struggle, I have to reveal my own struggles.

Things, even people have a way of leaking into each other like flavours when you cook.

Don't get too comfortable. It's not over until I say it is. -A

I don't know where jazz is going. Maybe it's going to hell. You can't make anything go anywhere. It just happens.