You Know The Name You Were Given,

There Are Such Moments In Life, When, In Order For Heaven To Open, It Is Necessary For A Door To Close.

I Can't Imagine Myself Outside Any Kind Of Social Or Political Involvement.

Chaos Is Merely Order Waiting To Be Deciphered

Why Did We Become Blind, I Don't Know, Perhaps One Day We'll Find Out, Do You Want Me To Tell You What I Think, Yes, Do, I Don't Think We Did Go Blind, I Think We Are Blind, Blind But Seeing, Blind People Who Can See, But Do Not See.

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.