Now he had learned that a machine, simple in its design, could produce results of infinite complexity.

I have no money, no resources, no hopes. I am the happiest man alive. A year ago, six months ago, I thought that I was an artist. I no longer think about it, I am. Everything that was literature has fallen from me. There are no more books to be written thank God.

I suppose it's the name: there's a deal in the name of a tune.

Амьдралаас илүү гайхалтай юм гэж үгүй! Үгнээс гадна.

Written By Orhan Pamuk

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