I write because I have an innate need to.
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 a room all day writing.
I write because I can partake of real life only by changing it.
I write because I want the whole world to know what sort of life we live in Istanbul, in Turkey.
I write because I love the smell of paper, 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 of being forgotten.
I write because I like the glory 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, 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 in the way my books sit on the shelf.
I write because I have never managed to be happy.
I write to be happy.
-Orhan Pamuk
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