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“There are two kinds of people, those who like to sleep next to the wall, and those who like to sleep next to the people who push them off the bed.”
― Etgar Keret, The Bus Driver Who Wanted to be God and Other Stories

“Ä°yi ÅŸeyler birdenbire olur; bu kadar bekletmez insanı. Sürüncemede kalan heyecanlardan ancak kötü ÅŸeyler çıkar. Ya da hiçbir ÅŸey çıkmaz.”
― OÄŸuz Atay, Korkuyu Beklerken

“Crooks stood up from his bunk and faced her. "I had enough," he said coldly. "You got no rights comin' in a colored man's room. You got no rights messing around in here at all. Now you jus' get out, an' get out quick. If you don't, I'm gonna ast the boss not to ever let you come in the barn no more."
She turned on him in scorn. "Listen, Nigger," she said. "You know what I can do to you if you open your trap?"
Crooks stared helplessly at her, and then he sat down on his bunk and drew into himself.
She closed on him. "You know what I could do?"
Crooks seemed to grow smaller, and he pressed himself against the wall. "Yes, ma'am."
"Well, you keep your place then, Nigger. I could get you strung up on a tree so easy it ain't even funny."
Crooks had reduced himself to nothing. There was no personality, no ego--nothing to arouse either like or dislike. He said, "Yes, ma'am," and his voice was toneless.
For a moment she stood over him as though waiting for him to move so that she could whip at him again; but Crooks sat perfectly still, his eyes averted, everything that might be hurt drawn in. She turned at last to the other two.”
― John Steinbeck, Of Mice and Men

“Ah aÅŸk!
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― Ah Muhsin Ãœnlü, Gidiyorum Bu: Reloaded