Arkun Demiroglu
@arkundemiroglu.bsky.social
‘And the worst thing of all is that the era of the vaquero is over, sitting by the campfire and grilling meat, scraping the strings, shooting the breeze, and
reminiscing…these gringos have eaten our pigs, our cows. They’ve even eaten our memories.’ (p. 180)
#CarmenBoullosa #TexasTheGreatTheft
reminiscing…these gringos have eaten our pigs, our cows. They’ve even eaten our memories.’ (p. 180)
#CarmenBoullosa #TexasTheGreatTheft
January 4, 2026 at 4:51 PM
‘And the worst thing of all is that the era of the vaquero is over, sitting by the campfire and grilling meat, scraping the strings, shooting the breeze, and
reminiscing…these gringos have eaten our pigs, our cows. They’ve even eaten our memories.’ (p. 180)
#CarmenBoullosa #TexasTheGreatTheft
reminiscing…these gringos have eaten our pigs, our cows. They’ve even eaten our memories.’ (p. 180)
#CarmenBoullosa #TexasTheGreatTheft
‘And why was there no one to love her? She was a small thing under a big sky, and being tiny was not the same as being dead. It was quite the opposite. Rosaleen spread her arms wide and flung her face up.
‘Hah!’ she said.’ (p. 260)
#AnneEnright #TheGreenRoad #BookSky
‘Hah!’ she said.’ (p. 260)
#AnneEnright #TheGreenRoad #BookSky
December 31, 2025 at 2:33 PM
‘And why was there no one to love her? She was a small thing under a big sky, and being tiny was not the same as being dead. It was quite the opposite. Rosaleen spread her arms wide and flung her face up.
‘Hah!’ she said.’ (p. 260)
#AnneEnright #TheGreenRoad #BookSky
‘Hah!’ she said.’ (p. 260)
#AnneEnright #TheGreenRoad #BookSky
He wheeled off his bicycle, feeling Nicole’s eyes following him, feeling her helpless first love, feeling it twist around inside him… and found himself… without a memory of the intervening ten minutes…pierced with voices, unimportant voices that did not know how much he was loved. #FScottFitzgerald
December 21, 2025 at 8:12 PM
He wheeled off his bicycle, feeling Nicole’s eyes following him, feeling her helpless first love, feeling it twist around inside him… and found himself… without a memory of the intervening ten minutes…pierced with voices, unimportant voices that did not know how much he was loved. #FScottFitzgerald
and the world behind him broke open and flew into the air, and he turned to the sky fired by a risen fount of orange..and people falling, and he was unable to move, unable to move or look away..the cries,the roasting in their agony, and would never know a day or night when he didn’t.
#DanielWoodrell
#DanielWoodrell
December 19, 2025 at 1:14 PM
and the world behind him broke open and flew into the air, and he turned to the sky fired by a risen fount of orange..and people falling, and he was unable to move, unable to move or look away..the cries,the roasting in their agony, and would never know a day or night when he didn’t.
#DanielWoodrell
#DanielWoodrell
´Elle avait ouvert la fenêtre comme pour respirer la lumière. Le ciel était très sombre, bleu marine au bord de l’horizon et son entaille, par laquelle coulait tout le sang du soleil, s’amenuisait, s’obscurcissait rapidement en une sourde lueur.’ (p. 114)
#ClaudeLouisCombet #BlesseRonceNoire
#ClaudeLouisCombet #BlesseRonceNoire
December 7, 2025 at 5:00 PM
´Elle avait ouvert la fenêtre comme pour respirer la lumière. Le ciel était très sombre, bleu marine au bord de l’horizon et son entaille, par laquelle coulait tout le sang du soleil, s’amenuisait, s’obscurcissait rapidement en une sourde lueur.’ (p. 114)
#ClaudeLouisCombet #BlesseRonceNoire
#ClaudeLouisCombet #BlesseRonceNoire
´Comprendra-t-on que l’écriture, avancée comme preuve d’existence d’un lien d’amour irréductible, soit, par le fait même, une épreuve qui ne cesse de grandir avec le temps, et à mesure que la conscience de la finitude prends le pas sur celle de l’éternité?’ (p. 91)
#ClaudeLouisCombet #LeLivreDuFils
#ClaudeLouisCombet #LeLivreDuFils
December 7, 2025 at 4:55 PM
´Comprendra-t-on que l’écriture, avancée comme preuve d’existence d’un lien d’amour irréductible, soit, par le fait même, une épreuve qui ne cesse de grandir avec le temps, et à mesure que la conscience de la finitude prends le pas sur celle de l’éternité?’ (p. 91)
#ClaudeLouisCombet #LeLivreDuFils
#ClaudeLouisCombet #LeLivreDuFils
´En réalité, nous ne naissons jamais seuls. Et nous n’aurons jamais assez d’une vie pour savoir qui étaient ceux, durant ce bref intervalle de temps, qui nous hantaient et murmuraient dans nos songes.´ (p. 34)
#ThibaultDeMontaigu #Coeur
#ThibaultDeMontaigu #Coeur
December 2, 2025 at 11:14 AM
´En réalité, nous ne naissons jamais seuls. Et nous n’aurons jamais assez d’une vie pour savoir qui étaient ceux, durant ce bref intervalle de temps, qui nous hantaient et murmuraient dans nos songes.´ (p. 34)
#ThibaultDeMontaigu #Coeur
#ThibaultDeMontaigu #Coeur
´Ma mère vient de l’extérieur, étrangère à sa fille, à son mari, à ses amis, à la famille d’Angleterre. En dépit de toutes les informations dont je dispose, elle reste la personne la plus opaque que je connaisse. Je m’interroge...
Et c’est la mienne qui est inconnue.´
#JuliaDeck #AnndAngleterre
Et c’est la mienne qui est inconnue.´
#JuliaDeck #AnndAngleterre
December 2, 2025 at 11:07 AM
´Ma mère vient de l’extérieur, étrangère à sa fille, à son mari, à ses amis, à la famille d’Angleterre. En dépit de toutes les informations dont je dispose, elle reste la personne la plus opaque que je connaisse. Je m’interroge...
Et c’est la mienne qui est inconnue.´
#JuliaDeck #AnndAngleterre
Et c’est la mienne qui est inconnue.´
#JuliaDeck #AnndAngleterre
ces hommes et ces femmes ordinaires capables d’atrocités inimaginables et qui étaient parmi nous, autour de nous, avec nous, vivant…
et quelque chose se fissurait en moi qui laissait passer un soleil insensé, la possibilité, malgré tout, de la vie et de la beauté.
#Jacaranda #GaelFaye
et quelque chose se fissurait en moi qui laissait passer un soleil insensé, la possibilité, malgré tout, de la vie et de la beauté.
#Jacaranda #GaelFaye
November 3, 2025 at 3:24 PM
ces hommes et ces femmes ordinaires capables d’atrocités inimaginables et qui étaient parmi nous, autour de nous, avec nous, vivant…
et quelque chose se fissurait en moi qui laissait passer un soleil insensé, la possibilité, malgré tout, de la vie et de la beauté.
#Jacaranda #GaelFaye
et quelque chose se fissurait en moi qui laissait passer un soleil insensé, la possibilité, malgré tout, de la vie et de la beauté.
#Jacaranda #GaelFaye
‘Time is not outside us, but inside. Only we live with past, present, and future, and the present is too brief to experience anyway; it is retained afterward and then it is either codified or it slips into amnesia. Consciousness is the product of delay.’
(p. 33)
#SiriHustvedt #TheSummerWithoutMen
(p. 33)
#SiriHustvedt #TheSummerWithoutMen
October 30, 2025 at 1:55 PM
‘Time is not outside us, but inside. Only we live with past, present, and future, and the present is too brief to experience anyway; it is retained afterward and then it is either codified or it slips into amnesia. Consciousness is the product of delay.’
(p. 33)
#SiriHustvedt #TheSummerWithoutMen
(p. 33)
#SiriHustvedt #TheSummerWithoutMen
‘All thoughts of revenge are born of the pain of helplessness.’I suffer’ becomes ‘You will suffer’. And let us not lie: Vengeance is invigorating. It focuses and enlivens us, and it quashes grief because it turns the emotion outward. In grief we go to pieces.’ (p. 112)
#SiriHustvedt #TheBlazingWorld
#SiriHustvedt #TheBlazingWorld
October 30, 2025 at 1:44 PM
‘All thoughts of revenge are born of the pain of helplessness.’I suffer’ becomes ‘You will suffer’. And let us not lie: Vengeance is invigorating. It focuses and enlivens us, and it quashes grief because it turns the emotion outward. In grief we go to pieces.’ (p. 112)
#SiriHustvedt #TheBlazingWorld
#SiriHustvedt #TheBlazingWorld
‘I learned that love, all love, is a job, a great job, the best job. I learned that love is much more than a fantasy of romance.’
‘We were happy. It was as if we’d always be happy. Of course it wasn’t true, but what lasts longer-the truth, or the memory of a perception of happiness?’
#DianeKeaton
‘We were happy. It was as if we’d always be happy. Of course it wasn’t true, but what lasts longer-the truth, or the memory of a perception of happiness?’
#DianeKeaton
October 15, 2025 at 4:57 PM
‘I learned that love, all love, is a job, a great job, the best job. I learned that love is much more than a fantasy of romance.’
‘We were happy. It was as if we’d always be happy. Of course it wasn’t true, but what lasts longer-the truth, or the memory of a perception of happiness?’
#DianeKeaton
‘We were happy. It was as if we’d always be happy. Of course it wasn’t true, but what lasts longer-the truth, or the memory of a perception of happiness?’
#DianeKeaton
´lui passèrent à côté de l’oreille tant il était accaparé par l’imminence de l’aurore,cette «promesse à nouveau tenue», de voir la terre et avec elle la ville et lui-même émerger de l’ombre, et la délicate aurore céder la place à la lumière’
#LaszloKrasznahorkai #LaMélancolieDeLaRésistance#Nobel2025
#LaszloKrasznahorkai #LaMélancolieDeLaRésistance#Nobel2025
October 12, 2025 at 1:18 PM
´lui passèrent à côté de l’oreille tant il était accaparé par l’imminence de l’aurore,cette «promesse à nouveau tenue», de voir la terre et avec elle la ville et lui-même émerger de l’ombre, et la délicate aurore céder la place à la lumière’
#LaszloKrasznahorkai #LaMélancolieDeLaRésistance#Nobel2025
#LaszloKrasznahorkai #LaMélancolieDeLaRésistance#Nobel2025
Elles avançaient toujours, se précipitaient en avant, trottaient, galopaient, car il fallait avancer, trotter, galoper, car il fallait courir, courir encore, courir toujours, comme si cela ne pouvait jamais s’arrêter.´ (p. 180)
#LaszloKrasznahorkai #Nobel2025 #NobelPrizeInLiterature
#LaszloKrasznahorkai #Nobel2025 #NobelPrizeInLiterature
October 9, 2025 at 12:05 PM
Elles avançaient toujours, se précipitaient en avant, trottaient, galopaient, car il fallait avancer, trotter, galoper, car il fallait courir, courir encore, courir toujours, comme si cela ne pouvait jamais s’arrêter.´ (p. 180)
#LaszloKrasznahorkai #Nobel2025 #NobelPrizeInLiterature
#LaszloKrasznahorkai #Nobel2025 #NobelPrizeInLiterature
‘elinin
çizgileri elimin çizgilerine benzeyen sevgilim’
*
‘aşığız,,,gözlerimiz kuyulaşıyor bakarken birbirimize,,,’
*
‘varoluşun anlamını yeniden kendimde kursam yavaş yavaş,,, dünyada hiç kimsenin neden kendi olamadığı üzerine bir kitap yazsam,,,’
#LeylaErbil #Kalan #WhatRemains
çizgileri elimin çizgilerine benzeyen sevgilim’
*
‘aşığız,,,gözlerimiz kuyulaşıyor bakarken birbirimize,,,’
*
‘varoluşun anlamını yeniden kendimde kursam yavaş yavaş,,, dünyada hiç kimsenin neden kendi olamadığı üzerine bir kitap yazsam,,,’
#LeylaErbil #Kalan #WhatRemains
October 7, 2025 at 3:51 PM
‘elinin
çizgileri elimin çizgilerine benzeyen sevgilim’
*
‘aşığız,,,gözlerimiz kuyulaşıyor bakarken birbirimize,,,’
*
‘varoluşun anlamını yeniden kendimde kursam yavaş yavaş,,, dünyada hiç kimsenin neden kendi olamadığı üzerine bir kitap yazsam,,,’
#LeylaErbil #Kalan #WhatRemains
çizgileri elimin çizgilerine benzeyen sevgilim’
*
‘aşığız,,,gözlerimiz kuyulaşıyor bakarken birbirimize,,,’
*
‘varoluşun anlamını yeniden kendimde kursam yavaş yavaş,,, dünyada hiç kimsenin neden kendi olamadığı üzerine bir kitap yazsam,,,’
#LeylaErbil #Kalan #WhatRemains
Leyla Erbil Türk edebiyatının modern ve kentli edebiyatımızın yüz akıdır. PEN şaşılası bir değerbilirlikle, hiçbir ‘popülarite’si olmamış ve olmayacak bu yazarımızı Nobel için aday gösteriyor. Kendi gerçeğinin izinden ayrılmamakta direnmek ve buna rağmen Unutuluş’u bir-sıfır yenmek! #LeylaErbil
October 7, 2025 at 3:30 PM
Leyla Erbil Türk edebiyatının modern ve kentli edebiyatımızın yüz akıdır. PEN şaşılası bir değerbilirlikle, hiçbir ‘popülarite’si olmamış ve olmayacak bu yazarımızı Nobel için aday gösteriyor. Kendi gerçeğinin izinden ayrılmamakta direnmek ve buna rağmen Unutuluş’u bir-sıfır yenmek! #LeylaErbil
Elle écrivait la nuit, dans la solitude de sa chambre, quand tout le monde était couché. Après des soirées qui se prolongeaient fort tard, elle montait chez elle et ´griffonnait’ jusque vers quatre ou cinq heures du matin…´Nous avions toutes la rage d’écrire ´ dit-elle…
#MichellePerrot #GeorgeSand
#MichellePerrot #GeorgeSand
October 6, 2025 at 11:51 PM
Elle écrivait la nuit, dans la solitude de sa chambre, quand tout le monde était couché. Après des soirées qui se prolongeaient fort tard, elle montait chez elle et ´griffonnait’ jusque vers quatre ou cinq heures du matin…´Nous avions toutes la rage d’écrire ´ dit-elle…
#MichellePerrot #GeorgeSand
#MichellePerrot #GeorgeSand
‘The world did not need saving; humanity did not need prophets who, until recently, had let it to unimaginable heights. It needed decency, work, honor, and humility. I wanted to keep doing what I knew how, at least a little. To write.’ (p. 415)
#IvanKlima #MyCrazyCentury #BookSky
#IvanKlima #MyCrazyCentury #BookSky
October 6, 2025 at 12:00 AM
‘The world did not need saving; humanity did not need prophets who, until recently, had let it to unimaginable heights. It needed decency, work, honor, and humility. I wanted to keep doing what I knew how, at least a little. To write.’ (p. 415)
#IvanKlima #MyCrazyCentury #BookSky
#IvanKlima #MyCrazyCentury #BookSky
Marco à oublié que le passé ne passe jamais…-c’est Faulkner qui l’a dit-et qu’il revient toujours mais pas toujours pour nous sauver, comme il l’avait toujours fait ou presque avec lui, converti en fiction, mais que, parfois, il revient, converti en réalité, pour nous tuer.
#JavierCercas #LImposteur
#JavierCercas #LImposteur
September 30, 2025 at 2:39 PM
Marco à oublié que le passé ne passe jamais…-c’est Faulkner qui l’a dit-et qu’il revient toujours mais pas toujours pour nous sauver, comme il l’avait toujours fait ou presque avec lui, converti en fiction, mais que, parfois, il revient, converti en réalité, pour nous tuer.
#JavierCercas #LImposteur
#JavierCercas #LImposteur
‘This was modern life, then, this seamless logic, this common sense, this silent tit-for-tat. This was what people did. He did not like it. He hated it. But he was in its moral universe now, and he could never go back.’
#HelenGarner #TheChildrensBach #BookSky
#HelenGarner #TheChildrensBach #BookSky
September 5, 2025 at 5:54 PM
‘This was modern life, then, this seamless logic, this common sense, this silent tit-for-tat. This was what people did. He did not like it. He hated it. But he was in its moral universe now, and he could never go back.’
#HelenGarner #TheChildrensBach #BookSky
#HelenGarner #TheChildrensBach #BookSky
Thick emotions in conflict.There is always the shadow side of our happiness.The private thought of his wife alone in their house.He speaks of her, but not of it. Perhaps all happiness has its shadow, or has to be supported by the sorrow of someone else.
#HelenGarner #OneDayIllRememberThis
#Booksky
#HelenGarner #OneDayIllRememberThis
#Booksky
September 5, 2025 at 5:49 PM
Thick emotions in conflict.There is always the shadow side of our happiness.The private thought of his wife alone in their house.He speaks of her, but not of it. Perhaps all happiness has its shadow, or has to be supported by the sorrow of someone else.
#HelenGarner #OneDayIllRememberThis
#Booksky
#HelenGarner #OneDayIllRememberThis
#Booksky
I do know. I do know what it means to want. To-to only want-…
Hendrik looked startled, and she wanted to tell him-wanted to be done with it, make it someone else’s burden. No one knew of her heart and no one knew of her grief and it was torture.’
#TheSafekeep #YaelVanDerWouden #WomensPrize #BookSky
Hendrik looked startled, and she wanted to tell him-wanted to be done with it, make it someone else’s burden. No one knew of her heart and no one knew of her grief and it was torture.’
#TheSafekeep #YaelVanDerWouden #WomensPrize #BookSky
September 2, 2025 at 2:57 PM
I do know. I do know what it means to want. To-to only want-…
Hendrik looked startled, and she wanted to tell him-wanted to be done with it, make it someone else’s burden. No one knew of her heart and no one knew of her grief and it was torture.’
#TheSafekeep #YaelVanDerWouden #WomensPrize #BookSky
Hendrik looked startled, and she wanted to tell him-wanted to be done with it, make it someone else’s burden. No one knew of her heart and no one knew of her grief and it was torture.’
#TheSafekeep #YaelVanDerWouden #WomensPrize #BookSky
Écrire et lire ont donc le même horizon d’utopie:l’adorable palpitation de vivre.On commence à écrire,en général,moi en général,en croyant bêtement qu’on voudrait se sauver de la mort,et on découvre qu’on veut se sauver dans la vie,la toucher,s’agiter dans le flux perpétuel de ce mot#StephaneBouquet
August 26, 2025 at 1:01 PM
Écrire et lire ont donc le même horizon d’utopie:l’adorable palpitation de vivre.On commence à écrire,en général,moi en général,en croyant bêtement qu’on voudrait se sauver de la mort,et on découvre qu’on veut se sauver dans la vie,la toucher,s’agiter dans le flux perpétuel de ce mot#StephaneBouquet
´Nous sommes des fragilités disposées dans la mort.’
Stéphane Bouquet (1967 - 2025)
#StephaneBouquet #LeMotFrère #ProlongationDuSujetNous #StéphaneBouquet #BookSky
Stéphane Bouquet (1967 - 2025)
#StephaneBouquet #LeMotFrère #ProlongationDuSujetNous #StéphaneBouquet #BookSky
August 26, 2025 at 12:52 PM
´Nous sommes des fragilités disposées dans la mort.’
Stéphane Bouquet (1967 - 2025)
#StephaneBouquet #LeMotFrère #ProlongationDuSujetNous #StéphaneBouquet #BookSky
Stéphane Bouquet (1967 - 2025)
#StephaneBouquet #LeMotFrère #ProlongationDuSujetNous #StéphaneBouquet #BookSky
C’est une vraie horlogerie du désastre, la Terre.J’ai toujours dit qu’elle était vivante. Elle est vivante et son vieux corps grince, pas de doute.Elle vient de pousser un cri terrible, presque du neuf sur l’échelle de Richter! du neuf!Vous vous rendez compte! Le tsunami va suivre
#LaurentMauvignier
#LaurentMauvignier
August 24, 2025 at 2:59 PM
C’est une vraie horlogerie du désastre, la Terre.J’ai toujours dit qu’elle était vivante. Elle est vivante et son vieux corps grince, pas de doute.Elle vient de pousser un cri terrible, presque du neuf sur l’échelle de Richter! du neuf!Vous vous rendez compte! Le tsunami va suivre
#LaurentMauvignier
#LaurentMauvignier