“No one realizes how beautiful it is to travel until he comes home and rests his head on his old, familiar pillow.”

“But he had turned, little by little, a disturbance into words, he had made a pillow of old words, for his head.”

“I’m not leaving,” Sam said, his eyes fixed on the boy he was holding. “Not until Disney Princess here apologizes, or his head comes off, one of the two.”

“The better class of Briton likes to send his children away to school until they're old and intelligent enough to come home again. Then they're too old and intelligent to want to.”

“He wants to dream like a young man
With the wisdom of an old man.
He wants his home and security,
He wants to live like a sailor at sea.
Beautiful loser, where you gonna fall?
You realize you just can't have it all.”

“He who cherishes a beautiful vision, a lofty ideal in his heart, will one day realize it.”

“And the rest is history,' I said.
Nah.' He shook his head. 'The rest is now.”

“Wherever two or three are gathered together, one, at least, has left his head at home in his night-cap, or hung it up in his hat as he entered.”

“A traveller returns home after a long journey, and he sees the old city gate and hears the women and children on both banks of the river talking his own dialect. Ah, is this not happiness?”

“Suddenly Ka realized he was in love with İpek. And realizing that this love would determine the rest of his life, he was filled with dread.”