The only refuge left to us was the poet's ivory tower, which we climbed, ever higher, to isolate ourselves from the mob.

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.

Hold faithfully to your unique vision and your detractors will eventually tire and give-up.

I had totally lost my way. I lost focus. I lost myself.

Drama drama drama. The public wants it, so let them get the whole ugly mess. Why not?

This quality of self-denial in pursuit of a longer-term goal and, indeed, the willpower to maintain the denial, is excellent training for the boardroom.

Adolescence involves our nutty-desperate-ecstatic-rash psychological efforts to come to terms with new bodies and outrageous urges.

I love heels... whoever created heels is amazing!

Who are they to judge us, simply because our hair is long?

The majority of my photos are taken while traveling, because everything feels new and exciting initially. Taking photos is like a way to make sense of the overwhelming.

Memories are like mulligatawny soup in a cheap restaurant. It is wiser not to stir them.

I think it's very important to have a sense of balance in covering the war, but you don't have to be morally neutral about terrorism.