I was like a cat always climbing the wrong tree.
The closest thing to being cared for is to care for someone else.
the way i need you is a loneliness i cannot bear.
In his face there came to be a brooding peace that is seen most often in the faces of the very sorrowful or the very wise. But still he wandered through the streets of the town, always silent and alone.
To know who you are, you have to have a place to come from.
Owing to the fact he was a mute they were able to give him all the qualities they wanted him to have.