Though books were potentially harmful, novels were all the more dangerous. The path of fiction could easily mislead you to the cosmos of stories where everything was fluid, quixotic, and as open to surprises as a moonless night in the desert. Before you knew it you could be so carried away that you could lose touch with reality — that stringent and stolid truth from which no minority should ever veer too far from in order not to end up unguarded when the winds shifted and bad times arrived.
— Elif Shafak, from The Bastard of Istanbul
(Source: tumbledbookshelf)
