"The man who knows everything, can no longer learn anything new."

My father once said to me, "The man who knows everything, can no longer learn anything new." I do not know why everybody wants to know everything. Once you know everything, what good does it do for you? School for example, tries to teach you everything and show you how everything works, but doesn't this just takes away the mystery of life?  I remember being little, and spending hours with my friends checking if there were any pixies under the mushrooms in their yards, and later thinking that I must have just scared them away, never even imagining that they did not exist. This of course did not go on forever, I think it was one of my teachers who ended up breaking me the news, crushing my hopes of ever catching Tinkerbell. Now, I am in high school and realize how much I do not care about how gravity effects the way things fall down, until then, I had always thought that they fell that way because they just did. And I was ok with that, I was alright with creating my own excuses about why things were the way they were, not by using formulas or mathematics, but by just using my creativity. Is that not why we have creativity, to create our own conclusions, to create our own world out of the mystery it already is. What good is a secret if you tell everybody?

Similes and some metaphors

P.114 "Dream like cluching rigidity in her fist"
P.113 "He felt his head turn like a stone"
P.114 "They rise like the midnight sun"
P.114 "There was a crash like the falling part of a dream"
P.115 "Spilled out like swan feathers"
P.112 "The books leapt and danced like roasted birds"
P.123 "The pains were spikes driven in the knee cap"
P.123 "The prickling was like someone blowing a spray of scalding water on that leg"
P.119 "There was a hiss like a great mouthful on a fiddle."
P.161 "The man lay gasping like a fish laid out on the grass"
P.119 "At last twisted in on himself like a charred wax doll"
P.120 "Like a single solid cloud of back-gray smoke blown at him in silence"
P.125 "He wanted to see the man alive and not burnt black there like a body shelled in a rathed body"
P.119 "Bobbling throthing as if salt had been poured over a monsterous black snail"
p.160 "The conclusion knocked the air across and down the river, turned the men over like dominos in a line"
P.160 "They turned, the face blanched meat"
P.126 "The boulevard was as clean as a surface of an arena"
P.130 "Fluttering like torn bits of paper in the sky"
P.120 "Blew out its interiour in a style flushing of red color like a sky rocket fastened to the seat"
P.121 "The house burnt like an ancient bit of stage scenery"
P.121 "The other was like a chunk of burnt pine log"
P.128 "He kept moving from hand to hand as if they were a poker hand he could not figure"
P.158 "Like grain thrown over the heavens by a great sowing hand"
P.158 "The enemy ships themselves we gone bits around the visiole world, like bullets which a savage islander might not believe"
P.129 "He could see the helicopters falling falling like the first flakes of snow"
P.141 "The normal automnal wind high, going by like another river"
P.142 "Under the ancient windmill that whirred like the sound of the passing years overhead"
P.142 "It would be hard to see her, but her face would be like the face of the girl so long ago in his past now."
P.143 "The stars poured over his sight like fluming meteors"
P.144 "There was a smell like a cut potato from all the woes"
P.144 "There was a smell like pickles from a bottle"
P.144 "And like parsley"
P.144 "There was a smell like carnations from the yard next door"
P.144 "Felt a weed rise up like a child brashing lion"

P.S. There may be some typos, because Kaans handwriting was fairly illegible.

The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly

Here is a picture that my friend Ezgi and I drew for English class. The picture is based on the quote on page 83 from the book Fahreheit 451 by Ray Bradbury, "The good writers touch life often. The mediocre ones run a quick hand over her. The bad ones rape her and leave her for the flies.”

Hope you like it :)  

Top 10 Quality Books

  In my opinion, the top ten quality books that I have read so far in my life time are these:

1. A Tree Grow In Brooklyn by Betty Smith.
2.  Pretty Little Liars by  Sara Shepard (much better than the TV show).
3. To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee.
4. A Great and Terrible Beauty by  Libba Bray.
5. Catch 22 by Joseph Heller.
6. The Island of the Blue Dolphins by Scott O'Dell.
7. The Forest of Hands and Teeth by Carrie Ryan.
8. One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest by  Kenneth Kesey.
9. Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte.
10. The Girl Who Played Go by Shan Sa.

I would recommend any one of these books because they are, truly, great books with supreme quality.

Thank You.

About me.

Well, my name is Nebila, and I’m originally from San Francisco, the best city in the world. I like fish and cats, I also like the color blue, even though red USED to be my favorite color. I hate dinosaurs and mosquitos, I also don’t like soggy bread. If there’s anything else you guys would like to know, feel free to ask me.
Have a nice day :)