I made up my mind at once, went to the kitchen, found a kettle large enough to boil the whole fish, and did so. There was a procession composed of the master, mistress, servants, and company, but they all approved of what I did. With the fish we boiled bulbous root and other vegetables. When the fish was cooked we sat down at the table, our ideas being somewhat sharpened by the delay, and sought anxiously for the time, of which Homer speaks, when abundance expels hunger.
From My Name is Red
For a dog, you see, nothing is as satisfying as sinking his teeth into his miserable enemy in a fit of instinctual wrath. When such an opportunity presents itself , that is, when my victim, who deserves to be bitten, stupidly and unknowingly passes by, my teeth twinge and ache in anticipation, my head spins with longing and without even meaning to, I emit a hair-raising growl.
From The Bridge over the Drina
Autumn was already in full spate; the roads were breaking up from the rains, the Drina was rising and troubled, and the bare stubble full of slow-winged ravens.
From Zorba the Greek
Happy is the man, I thought, who, before dying, has the good fortune to sail the Aegean Sea.
Many are the joys of this world - women, fruit, ideas. But to cleave that sea in the gentle autumnal season, murmuring the name of each islet, is to my mind the joy most apt to transport the heart of man into paradise.
Who is master, who is servant?
Journey of the mind
Istanbul: Memories of a City, Orhan Pamuk
Their Eyes Were Watching God, Zora Neale Hurston
Home, Marilynn Robinson
Tipping the Velvet, Sarah Waters
My Name is Red, Orhan Pamuk
The File on H, Ismail Kadare
The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest, Stieg Larsson
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