Ev insanoğlunun kendini ait hissettiği, hayatın tüm ötekileştirmelerine rağmen kişinin ümitlerinin, hayallerinin ve acılarının barındığı “dünya köşes… - Gaston Bachelard

Words … are little houses, each with its cellar and garret. Common sense lives on the ground floor, always ready to engage in ‘foreign commerce’ on the same level as the others, as the passers-by, who are never dreamers. To go upstairs in the word house is to withdraw step by step; while to go down to the cellar is to dream, it is losing oneself in the distant corridors of an obscure etymology, looking for treasures that cannot be found in words. To mount and descend in the words themselves—this is a poet’s life. To mount too high or descend too low is allowed in the case of poets, who bring earth and sky together.

L'individu n'est pas la somme de ses impressions générales, il est la somme de ses impressions singulières.

Therefore, the places in which we have experienced daydreaming reconstitute themselves in a new daydream, and it is because our memories of former dwelling-places are relived as day-dreams that these dwelling-places of the past remain in us for all time.