“Dogrusun. Haklisin Cabbar. Ama gel bana sor. Içerime sor. Yüregimi iki el tutmus sik babam sik ediyor. Edemem. Hatçeyi görmeden edemem. Görmezsem ölürüm. Öyle ölcegime, böyle ölüyüm..”
“Çocuk, ellerini koynuna sokmuş büzülmüştü. Yaşlı adam geldi çocuğun yanma oturdu. Ocağın gür yalımları arkalarına tuhaf gölgeler düşürüyordu. Bu gölgelere bakarak adam, çocuğun kafasından ne geçiyor, anlayabilirdi. Yaşlı adam da uzun zaman bir yerde durmayan, yalımlara göre yer değiştiren gölgelere gözünü dikti.”
“Bir türkü duyulur... Gecede başka türlü, gündüzde başka türlüdür. Çocuk söylerse başka tatta, kadın söylerse... Genç söylerse başka türlü olur, yaşlı söylerse... Dağda söylenirse başka, ovada, ormanda, denizde başka türlüdür. Hep ayrı ayrı tattadır. Sabahleyin başka, öğle, ikindin, akşamlayın başkadır.”
“Görüş sahası ne kadar dar olursa olsun, insan muhayyilesi geniştir. Değirmenoluk köyünden başka hiçbir yere çıkmamış bir insanın bile geniş bir hayal dünyası mevcuttur. Yıldızların ötelerine kadar uzanabilir. Hiçbir yer bulamazsa Kafdağının arkasına kadar gider. O da olmazsa, düşlerinde yaşadığı yer başkalaşır. Cennetleşir. Şimdi, şu anda düşler veryansın ediyordur uykuların altında. Şu fıkara, şu kahırlı Değirmenoluk köyünde, değişmiş dünyalar yaşanıyordur.”
“Koca Ahmet bu daglarda bir destandi. Analar, aglayan cocuklarini Koca Ahmet geliyor diye avuturlardi. Koca Ahmet bir destan oldugu kadar bir sevgiydi de. Koca Ahmet bu iki duyguyu yillar yili bu daglarda yan yana goturebilmisti. Bunun ikisini bir arada goturemezse bir eskiya, daglarda bir yildan fazla yasayamaz. Eskiyayi korkuyla sevgi yasatir. Yalniz sevgi tek basina zayiftir. Yalniz korkuysa kindir.”
“Cabbar, gözleri yaşararak:
"İşte bu iyi," dedi. "Ağasız köy! Herkesin kazandığı, herkesin olacak."
"Herkesin kazandığı..." diye gülümsedi.”
“Experiment: Live and love as much as I can, before my particles fall away to wander in stardust.”
“Starvation was the first indication of my self-discipline. I was devoted to anorexia. I went the distance of memorizing the calorie content within every bite of food while calculating the exact amount of exercise I needed to burn double my consumption. I was luckily young enough to mask my excessive exercise with juvenile hyperactivity. Nobody thought twice about the fact that I was constantly rollerblading, biking, and running for hours in stifling summer humidity. I learned to cut my food into tiny bites and move it around my plate. I read that standing burned more calories than sitting, so I refused to watch television without doing crunches, leg lifts, or at least walking in place. When socially forced to soldier through a movie, I tapped my foot in desperation to knock out about seventy-five extra calories. From age eleven to twelve, I dropped forty pounds and halted the one period I’d had.”
“These axons can shuttle information around so quickly because they’re fatter than normal axons, and because they’re sheathed in a fatty substance called myelin. Myelin acts like rubber insulation on wires and prevents the signal from petering out: in whales, giraffes, and other stretched creatures, a sheathed neuron can send a signal multiple yards with little loss of fidelity. (In contrast, diseases that fray myelin, like multiple sclerosis, destroy communication between different nodes in the brain.) In sum, you can think about the gray matter as a patchwork of chips that analyze different types of information, and about the white matter as cables that transmit information between those chips. (And before we go further, I should point out that “gray” and “white” are misnomers. Gray matter looks pinkish-tan inside a living skull, while white matter, which makes up the bulk of the brain, looks pale pink. The white and gray colors appear only after you soak the brain in preservatives. Preservatives also harden the brain, which is normally tapioca-soft. This explains why the brain you might have dissected in biology class way back when didn’t disintegrate between your fingers.)”
“In other words, Botticelli's ideal women look like women and not boys. They're soft and curvaceous. Healthy and rounded. Women of the size figured in this painting were considered beautiful for centuries, if not millennia. They were the aesthetic ideal during my lifetime and long after."
He brought his mouth to her neck before whispering, "My ideal hasn't changed.”
“I don’t need your permission to search your locker.” The headmaster’s tone drew my attention back in his direction. This, I inferred from the rise in volume, was supposed to be the voice of authority. If you didn’t need my permission, I thought, then why did you ask for it?”
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