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“Maybe the only thing that hints at a sense of Time is rhythm; not the recurrent beats of the rhythm but the gap between two such beats, the gray gap between black beats: the Tender Interval.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle

“I consider it a mutual duty, that we owe to each other, to communicate in a spirit of the utmost frankness and candor. Let it ever be done with unlocked hearts.”
― Charles Frazier, Cold Mountain

“Anlamaktan sonra gelen bir hal vardı: Kavramak. Anladığının bütün ağırlığını beyninde duymak, ellerinde, kollarında, damarlarında duymak.”
― Bilge Karasu, A Long Day's Evening

“It's exactly my sense of existing - a fragment, a wisp of color.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle

“She fixed things that were broken, and then began fixing things that weren't broken, or broke things so they could be fixed in ways no one understood or found particularly convenient.”
― Jordan Stratford, Wollstonecraft

“KonuÅŸmaya kalksa Ada'yı anlatacağını biliyor, bunun için dudaklarını kemirerek kilitlemeye çalışıyordu. Halbuki hiç deÄŸilse onu anlatabilmeyi ne çok özlemiÅŸti...”
― Buket Uzuner

“As she began losing track of herself, she though it proper to inform a series of receding Lucettes - telling them to pass it on and on in a trick-crystal regression - that what death amounted to was only a more complete assortment of the infinite fractions of solitude.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle

“Haritada ada görmeyeyim. İçimdeki dostluklar, sevgiler, bir karıncalanmadır baÅŸlayıverir. Hemen gözlerimin içine bakan bir köpek, hemen az konuÅŸan, hareketleri ağır, elleri çabuk, abalar giymiÅŸ bir ²ú²¹±ôı°ìçı, yırtık bir muÅŸamba kokusuyla beraber küpeÅŸte tahtaları kararmış, boyası atmış, ağır ve kaba bir sandal, sandalın peÅŸini bırakmayan bir kuÅŸ,aÄŸ,balık,pul,sahilde harikulade güzel çocuklar, namuslu kulübeler, kırlangıç ve dülger balığı haÅŸlaması, kereviz kokusu, buÄŸusu tüten kara bir tencere, ufukları dar sisli bir deniz...”
― Sait Faik Abasıyanık, Son KuÅŸlar

“Remembrance, embers and membranes of beauty make artists and morons lose all self-control.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle

“This Theresa maddened with her messages a scientist on our easily maddened planet; his anagram looking name, Sig Lemanski, had been partly derived by Van from that of Aqua's last doctor. When Leymanski's obsession turned into love, and one's sympathy got focused on his enchanting, melancholy, betrayed wife (nee Antilia Glems), our author found himself confronted with the distressful task of now stamping out in Antilia, a born brunette, all traces of Ada, thus reducing yet another character to a dummy with bleached hair.
After beaming Sig a dozen communications from her planet, Theresa flies over to him, and he, in his laboratory, has to place her on a slide under a powerful microscope in order to make out the tiny, though otherwise perfect, shape of his minikin sweetheart, a graceful microorganism extending transparent appendages toward his huge humid eye. Alas, the testibulus (test tube - never to be confused with testiculus, orchid), with Theresa swimming inside like a micromermaid, is "accidentally" thrown away by Professor Leyman's (he had trimmed his name by that time) assistant, Flora, initially an ivory-pale, dark-haired funest beauty, whom the author transformed just in time into a third bromidic dummy with a dun bun.”
― Vladimimir Nabokov

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― sad

“You are not trapped in the box forever," Myrnin said, "as you well know. But I still need you, so you will simply have to stop your endless wailing and get on with things. If you want an escape, research your way out."
"Or you'll what?"
Myrnin's eyes snapped open, and he bared his fangs - not that he could bite the computer. It was just a reaction of frustration, Claire thought. "Or I'll disconnect your puzzle sets," he said, "and you can read the works of Bulwer-Lytton for entertainment for the next twenty years before I take pity on you.”
― Rachel Caine, Carpe Corpus

“Hayatta zaman zaman iyice dinlenmek için kendini uzak bir ada yapmanın yollarını bilmelisin! Hiç kimsenin ulaÅŸamayacağı bir adaâ€�”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Kendini duymak, gücünü sınamak, istediÄŸini yapmaÄŸa gücü yetebileceÄŸini anlamak için ²µÃ¼Ã§ yoldan gitmek, iyidir, gereklidir. Ä°nsanın, gerçekleÅŸmesini istediÄŸi bir iÅŸe önce kendi benliÄŸini koÅŸması, iÅŸe önce kendinden baÅŸlaması gerekir.”
― Bilge Karasu, A Long Day's Evening

“Fırtınalı bir okyanusun ortasında dingin bir ada görebiliyor musun? Ä°ÅŸte bilge adam o sakin adadır!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“She hasn't quit staring at me. "what are you, anyway?"

"What are you talking about?" I ask. If she's made up her mind that I'm not a kime, then obviously I must be human. What else is there?
Then I realize that's not what she meant. I already thought she was pretty clueless, but now that's she asking my least favorite question, I'm sure of it. And I'm utterly not in the mood.

"I mean, your not white, right?"

"Okay," I say. With my black thick, wavy hair, and golden brown skin, and green-gold eyes two shades lighter than my face, I've been asked this so many times that I wish I could puke on everyone who brings it up. Just because it's an uncommon combination, why would anyone think I owe them an explanation? It's not like anybody wants to hear the whole list, anyway.

"I'm a person," I tell her. "A girl if you want to be picky. My name is Ada Halcyon Lahey, and I'm twelve.”
― Sarah Porter, Tentacle and Wing

“Just because you have not been caught for doing it yet, does not make what you are doing legal.”
― Loren Weisman