‘’an idea, a feeling became clear to me: the hunter did not hate the wolf, the wolf did not hate the sheep, violence felt inevitable between them. perhaps, I thought, this was the way of the world: it would hunt you and kill you just for being who you are.’’
‘’… because it may be the last one you ever possess. and when the day comes that you have peace and love forced upon you, who knows? maybe in that last fleeting moment, you’ll find you treasure your individuality.’’
‘’Diyelim ki hapisteyiz,
…
Yine de dışarıyla birlikte yaşayacağız,
insanları, hayvanları, kavgası ve rüzgarıyla
yani, duvarın ardındaki dışarıyla.
Yani, nasıl ve nerede olursak olalım
hiç ölünmeyecekmiş gibi yaşanacak’’