Inside us there is something that has no name, that something is what we are.


p. 276 - Blindness (1995)


Inside us there is something that has no name, that something is what we are.

Inside us there is something that has no name, that something is what we are.

Inside us there is something that has no name, that something is what we are.

Inside us there is something that has no name, that something is what we are.