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Amerikali roman ve kisa oyku yazari ve gazeteci Ernest Hemingway'in olum yil donumu (2 Temmuz 1961)

"Olmek hicbir seydi, El sordo'nun olumle ilgili bir korkusu yoktu, ne de olumle ilgili bir goruntu vardi kafasinda. Ama yasamak , gokyuzunde dolanan bir atmacaydi. Tahilin savurdugu, samanlarin ucustugu harman yerinde, tozlar içinde duran toprak bir testideki suydu yasamak. Bacaklarinin arasindaki bir atti yasamak; bir bacagin altindaki karabinaydi, bir tepeydi, bir koyakti, bir dereydi, vadinin uzak kiyisinda, tepelerin ustundeki agaclardi , yasamak..." Canlar Kimin İcin Caliyor



"El Sordo was not at all afraid of dying but he was angry at being on this hill which was only utilizable as a place to die.Dying was nothing and he had no picture of it or fear of it in his mind.Living was a hawk in the sky. Living was an earthen jar of water in the dust of the threshing with the grain flailed out and the chaff blowing. Living was a horse between your legs and a carbine under one leg and a hill and a valley and a stream with trees along it and the far side of the valley and the hills beyond..."




"Dinlemeyi severim. Insanları dikkatle dinleyerek cok sey ogrendim. Cogu insan karsisindakini hic dinlemez."



"Her insanin hayati ayni sekilde sona erer. Bir insani digerinden ayirt eden, nasil yasadigi ve nasil oldugunun ayrintılaridir."

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Rus yazar ve Kriminolog Vladimir Nabokov'un olum yil donumu (2 Temmuz 1977)

"Simdi renkli kalemler eyleme gecsin. Yesil kalemle, bilegi söyle bir dondurerek, kabarik bir agaç ya da suya dalan bir timsahin biraktigi burgaci cizmek mumkun. Mavi kalem sayfaya boylu boyunca, basit bir cizgi cekti ve tum denizlerin ufku oraya yerlesti. Hangi renkte oldugu belirsiz kut uclu bir kalem, insanin yoluna cikip duruyordu. Kahverengi kalem her zaman kirikti, kirmizi da oyle, ama bazen kirildiktan hemen sonra, cikik ucunu desteklemek suretiyle, pek de guvenli olmayan sekilde kullanilabilirdi. Cok sevdigim kucuk mor arkadas, kullanila kullanila, ele gelmeyecek kadar kuculmustu. Sadece beyaz kalem, upuzun bir albino gibi, ozgun uzunlugunu koruyordu; ancak ben onun, kagit uzerinde hic iz birakmayan bir uckagitci olmaktan ote, karalama yaparken istedigim seyi hayal edebilmem icin ideal bir arac oldugunu kesfedince, bu durum degismisti."� Konus, Hafiza



"Now the colored pencils in action. The green one, by a mere whirl of the wrist, could be made to produce a ruffled tree, or the eddy left by a submerged crocodile. The blue one drew a simple line across the page - and the horizon of all seas was there. A nondescript blunt one kept getting into one's way. The brown one was always broken, and so was the red, but sometimes, just after it had snapped, one could still make it serve by holding it so that the loose tip was propped, none too securely, by a jutting splinter. The little purple fellow, a special favorite of mine, had got worn down so short as to become scarcely manageable. The white one alone, that lanky albino among pencils, kept its original length, or at least did so until I discovered that, far from being a fraud leaving no mark on the page, it was the ideal implement since I could imagine whatever I wished while I scrawled."�

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Jim Abrahams, David Zuckerinin yonettigi ve Leslie Nielsen'in basrol oynadigi Airplane (Ucak), 2 Temmuz 1980 tarihinde vizyona girdi.

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Avustralyali aktris ve yapimci Margot Robbie'nin dogum gunu (2 Temmuz 1990)

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Amerikali tiyatro ve sinema oyuncusu James Stewart'in olum yil donumu (2 Temmuz 1997)

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J. K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets romanini (Harry Potter ve Sirlar Odasi) 2 Temmuz 1998 tarihinde yayinladi

"Harry, Malfoy'a bir gidiklanma buyusu yapmisti, o da gulmesini kesemiyordu bir turlu. Harry geriye cekildi, icinde sanki o yerde yatarken Malfoy'u buyulemek sportmence olmazmis gibisinden belli belirsiz bir duygu vardi. Hataydi tabii. Malfoy, soluk almaya calisarak asasini Harry'nin dizlerine tuttu, solugu kesilerek, "Tarantallegra!" diye bagirdı. Bir saniye sonra Harry'nin bacaklari onun kontrolü disinda bir tur step yaparak dans etmeye koyuldular."

"Durun! Durun!" diye bagirdi Lockhart, ama Snape idareyi ele aldi.

"Finite Incantatem!" diye bagirdi. Harry'nin ayaklari dans etmeyi birakti, Malfoy gulmeyi kesti, kafalarinikaldirip bakabildiler."



"Harry had hit him with a Tickling Charm, and he could barely move for laughing. Harry hung back, with a vague feeling it would be unsporting to bewitch Malfoy while he was on the floor, but this was a mistake; gasping for breath, Malfoy pointed his wand at Harry's knees, choked, "Tarantallegra!" and the next second Harry's legs began to jerk around out of his control in a kind of quickstep."

"Stop! Stop!"� screamed Lockhart, but Snape took charge.

"Finite Incantatem!" he shouted; Harry's feet stopped dancing, Malfoy stopped laughing, and they were able to look up.

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Nobel Baris Odulu sahibi, Rumen asilli Amerikali yazar, profesor, siyasi eylemci Elie Wiesel'in olum yil donumu (2 Temmuz 2016)

"Hepimizi kamptan cikardilar. Yarim saatlik bir yuruyusten sonra raylarla bolunmus bir tarlanin ortasina vardik. Burada trenin gelmesini bekleyecektik. Kar SIKLASMISTI. Hareket etmek ve oturmak yasakti. Ortulerimizin üzerinde kalin bir kar tabakasi olusmaya baslamisti. Her zamanki tayinimiz olan ekmek getirdiler. Uzerine atildik. Aramizdan biri, susuzlugunu kar yiyerek bastirmayi akil etti. Digerleri de hemen onu taklit etmeye koyuldular. Egilmeye hakkimiz olmadigindan, herkes kasigini cikarmis, yanindakinin sirtinda birikmis kari yiyordu. Bir lokma ekmek ve bir kasik kar. Bu manzara bizi izleyen SS'leri gulduruyordu."� Gece



"We were led out of the camp. After a half-hour march, we arrived in the very middle of a field crossed by railroad tracks. This was where we were to wait for the train's arrival. Snow was falling heavily. We were forbidden to sit down or to move.The snow began to form a thick layer over our blankets. They brought us bread - the usual ration. We threw ourselves upon it. Someone had the idea of appeasing his thirst by eating the snow. Soon the others were imitating him. As we were not allowed to bend down, everyone took out his spoon and ate the accumulated snow off his neighbor's back. A mouthful of bread and a spoonful of snow. The SS who were watching laughed at this spectacle."

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"Gelecek kimsenin umurunda olmayan, ilgisiz bir bosluktur, gecmiş ise yasam doludur, kizdirir, bas kaldirtir, yaralar, o kadar ki, bu yuzden onu yok etmek ya da yeniden yaratmak isteriz. Gelecege egemen olmak istenilmesinin nedeni, gecmisi degistirecek guce sahip olmaktan baska bir sey degildir." Milan Kundera, Gulusun ve Unutusun Kitabi



"The future is only an indifferent void no one cares about, but the past is filled with life, and its countenance is irritating, repellent, wounding, to the point that we want to destroy or repaint it. We want to be masters of the future only for the power to change the past."�