“And what good's a life that leaves nothing behind/Not a thought or a dream that might echo in time.”

“Music always reminded him of the voice of God, for it needed no translation and could reach and renew the soul like very few other things could.”

“Hold on tight to your dream”

“She's sweet on Wagner.I think she'd die for Beethoven.she loves the way Puccini lays down a tune,and Verdi's always creeping from her room.”

“My only one!In your last letter "My head aches my heart is stunned!" you say."If they hang you, if I lose you;" you say; "I can't live!"You'll live my dearest wife, like a black smoke in the wind my memory will vanish;you'll live, the red-haired sister of my heartat most one year it lasts in the twentieth century the grief of death..Deatha dead body swinging on a rope.My heart doesn't accept such a death..Butbe sure that, my love,if some pitiable gypsy's hairy black spider like hand slips the rope around my neck,to see the fear in my blue eyes they'll look in vain at Nâzım!And I,in the twilight of my last morning,shall see my friends and you,and carry only the griefof an unfinished song to the soil...My wife!Good hearted,golden coloured,with eyes sweeter than honey, my bee;why did I write you that they want to hang me,the trial is in the first stepand they don't pluck like a turnip the head of a man.Come, forget them all.These are so far away probabilities.If you have some money buy me a flannel underwear,my sciatica is acting up.And don't forget that alwaysthere should be good thoughts in the mind of a prisoner's wife.”

“I'm just tired of everything…even of the echoes. There is nothing in my life but echoes…echoes of lost hopes and dreams and joys. They're beautiful and mocking.”

“He pushed his mind throughand pulled his body after.”