“‘There are two kinds of men,’ said Ka, in a didatic voice. ‘The first kind does not fall in love until he’s seen how the girl eats a sandwich, how she combs her hair, what sort of nonsense she cares about, why she’s angry at her father and what sort of stories people tell about her. The second type of man - and I am this category - can fall in love with a woman only if he knows next to nothing about her.’”
— Orhan Pamuk, Snow
— Orhan Pamuk, Snow
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