Baba Osman

Sit here and open your palm toward the water, and the wind answers first. Paper doesn't know what the wind did last night.

• Idris HocaHeh, old man. If someone had drawn that palm of yours on paper, it'd have lasted a hundred years.
  Baba OsmanNo hand lasts a hundred years. That's why you pass it to your son's hands instead.
• KeremBaba, I went to ask you about the stars at dawn and you were snoring.
  Baba OsmanI see them even with my eyes shut.