The Difficult Thing Isn't Living With Other

Yet Human Experience And The Practice Of Communication Have Shown Throughout The Ages That Definitions Are An Illusion, Like Having A Speech Defect And Trying To Say Love But Unable To Get The Word Out, Or, Better, Having A Tongue In One's Head But Unable To Feel Love.

In The End, I Am Quite Normal. I Don't Have Odd Habits. I Don't Dramatize. Above All, I Do Not Romanticize The Act Of Writing. I Don't Talk About The Anguish I Suffer In Creating. I Do Not Have A Fear Of The Blank Page, Writer's Block, All Those Things That We Hear About Writers.

For Human Words Are Like Shadows, And Shadows Are Incapable Of Explaining Light And Between Shadow And Light There Is The Opaque Body From Which Words Are Born.

Blind People Do Not Need A Name, I Am My Voice, Nothing Else Matters.

Human Nature Is, By Definition, A Talkative One, Imprudent, Indiscreet, Gossipy, Incapable Of Closing Its Mouth And Keeping It Closed.