There Are Times When It Is Best

A Stomach Accustomed To Hunger Is Satisfied With Very Little.

With The Passing Of Time, As Well As The Social Evolution And Genetic Exchange, We Ended Up Putting Our Conscience In The Colour Of Blood And In The Salt Of Tears, And, As If That Were Not Enough, We Made Our Eyes Into A Kind Of Mirror Turned Inwards, With The Result That They Often Show Without Reserve What We Are Verbally Trying To Deny.

Sometimes I Say That Writing A Novel Is The Same As Constructing A Chair: A Person Must Be Able To Sit In It, To Be Balanced On It. If I Can Produce A Great Chair, Even Better. But Above All I Have To Make Sure That It Has Four Stable Feet.

Blindness Is A Private Matter Between A Person And The Eyes With Which He Or She Was Born.

Everything In This World Can Volunteer Some Reply, What Takes Up Time Is Posing The Questions.