Blessed Be The Night, Which Conceals And

...you Have To Leave The Island In Order To See The Island, That We Can't See Ourselves Unless We Become Free Of Ourselves, Unless We Escape From Ourselves You Mean, No, That's Not The Same Thing.

That It's Possible Not To See A Lie Even When It's In Front Of Us.

Perhaps It Is The Language That Chooses The Writers It Needs, Making Use Of Them So That Each Might Express A Tiny Part Of What It Is.

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

The Worst Pain ... Isn't The Pain You Feel At The Time, It's The Pain You Feel Later On When There's Nothing You Can Do About It, They Say That Time Heals All Wounds, But We Never Live Long Enough To Test That Theory.