WHY I WRITE?

23.09


I write because I have an innate need to write.
I write because I can't do normal work as other people do.

I write because I want to read books like the ones I write.

I write because I am angry at everyone.
I write because I love sitting in room all day writing.

I write because I can partake of real life only by changing it.

I write because I want others, the whole world, to know what sort of life we lived, and continue to live, in Istanbul, in Turkey.

I write because I love the smell of papper, pen, and ink.

I write because I believe in literature, in the art of the novel, more than I believe in anything else.

I write because it is a habit, a passion.
I write because I am afraid to being forgotten.

I write because I like the glory and interest that writing brings.

I write to be alone.
Perhaps I write because I hope to understand why,
I am so very very angry at everyone.

I write because I like to be read.
I write because once I have begun a novel, an essay, a page I want to finish it.
I write because everyone expects me to write.
I write because I have a childish belief in the immortality of libraries, and the way may books sit on the shelf.
I write because it is exciting to turn all life’s beauties and riches into words.
I write not to tell a story but to compose a story.
I write because I wish to escape from the foreboding that there is a place I must go but – as in a dream – can’t quite get to.

I write because I have never manage to be happy.
I write to be happy.

- Orhan Pamuk -

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