I want to describe the psychological state of the people in a certain city.
For if a lover's face survives emblazoned on your heart, the world is still your home.
The hero of the book does long to experience God. But his conception of God is very western.
At first my publisher had reservations about publishing it in the form you are familiar with.
The opponents of this process have always tried to vilify westernization as a poor imitation.
I really don't want to portray the Islamists as simply evil, the way it's often done in the west.
I see Turkey's future as being in Europe, as one of many prosperous, tolerant, democratic countries.
My hero wants to belong too, but he doesn't want to give up all the things he came to value in the west.
There's been quite a clear upswing in nationalist sentiments. Everyone is talking about it, in Turkey as well.
The first thing I learned at school was that some people are idiots; the second thing I learned was that some are even worse.