“We had fed the heart on fantasies. / The heart’s grown brutal from the fare.” From “Meditations in Time of Civil War,” 1923.W.B.Yeats”

“We had fed the heart on fantasies,The heart's grown brutal from the fare, More substance in our enmitiesThan in our love”

“Years ago, when I was working on my master's thesis, I went to New York for a semester as an exchange student. What struck me most was the sky. On that side of the world, so far away from the North Pole, the sky is flat and gray, a one-dimensional universe. Here, the sky is arched, and there's almost no pollution. In spring and fall the sky is dark blue or violet, and sunsets last for hours. The sun turns into a dim orange ball that transforms clouds into silver-rimmed red and violet towers. In winter, twenty-four hours a day, uncountable stars outline the vaulted ceiling of the great cathedral we live in. Finnish skies are the reason I believe in God.”

“A city of Dreadful Nights:"The world rolls round forever like a mill, it grinds out life and death and good and ill. It has no purpose, heart, nor mind, nor will.”

“If you've got to my age, you've probably had your heart broken many times. So it's not that difficult to unpack a bit of grief from some little corner of your heart and cry over it. ”

“Güzelliğinin doğaüstü bir yanı vardı. Onun gibi bir yaratığın var olması mümkün değildi sanki. Bir hediye gibi görünen şey yanlış birinin ilgisini çekmiş ve öldürülmesine neden olmuş olabilir. Ne yazık ki dünyadaki birçok insanın güzellikle yüz yüze geldiğindeki ilk isteği, onu yok etmektir.”

“No one emerges from a troubled childhood without the battle scars to prove it. It is amazing that we fare as well as we do.”