Once you have lived with another, it is a great torture to have to live alone.
The world is certainty a sudden place.
Owing to the fact he was a mute they were able to give him all the qualities they wanted him to have.
I see a green tree. And to me it is green. And you would call the tree green also. And we would agree on this. But is the colour you see as green the same colour I see as green?
When a person knows and can't make the others understand, what does he do?
Death is the great gamer with a sleeve of tricks.