"writing ... is the person who shuts himself up in a room, sits
down at a table, and, alone, turns inward. Amid his shadows, he builds
a new world with words."
“To write is to transform that inward gaze into
words, to study the worlds into which we pass when we retire into
ourselves, and to do so with Patience, Obstinacy, and Joy.”
"For me, to be a writer is to acknowledge the secret wounds that we carry inside
us, wounds so secret that we ourselves are barely aware of them, and to
patiently explore them, know them, illuminate them, own them, and make them a
conscious part of our spirit and our writing."
“all human beings resemble one another, that others carry wounds like mine―and
that they will therefore understand. ”
“What literature most needs to tell and to investigate now is humanity’s basic
fears: the fear of being left outside, the fear of counting for nothing, and the
feeling of worthlessness ”
“I write because I have an innate need to write. I write because I can’t do
normal work as other people do. I write because I want to read books like the
ones I write. I write because I am angry at everyone. I write because I love
sitting in a room all day writing. I write because I can partake of real life
only by changing it. I write because I want others, the whole world, to know
what sort of life we lived, and continue to live, in Istanbul, in Turkey. I
write because I love the smell of paper, pen, and ink. I write because I believe
in literature, in the art of the novel, more than I believe in anything else. I
write because it is a habit, a passion. I write because I am afraid of being
forgotten. I write because I like the glory and interest that writing brings. I
write to be alone. Perhaps I write because I hope to understand why I am so
very, very angry at everyone. I write because I like to be read. I write because
once I have begun a novel, an essay, a page I want to finish it. I write because
everyone expects me to write. I write because I have a childish belief in the
immortality of libraries, and in the way my books sit on the shelf. I write
because it is exciting to turn all life’s beauties and riches into words. I
write not to tell a story but to compose a story. I write because I wish to
escape from the foreboding that there is a place I must go but―as in a
dream―can’t quite get to. I write because I have never managed to be happy. I
write to be happy.
”
Orhan Pamuk, "
MY FATHER’S SUITCASE". <纽约客>. (
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