I was originally born in Newhaven, but after the accident, we moved to India, where the doctor who deals with my paralysis lives. I write with my eyelid. What can you do? DO you have any idea how long it takes to get ink out of your eye?
In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of
worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to
eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort. — JRR Tolkien