Character: Caliban

I want to blow my brains out? Please. Just not here. I washed the floors.

No tears. This ability I possess to the fullest. It brings no solace.

- There are things that we need everything: food, shelter, warmth, even poetry. But there's one most important. Name it.
Love.

Are you well, my Lord of light?
Let me lick your boots
And the coward that will not serve.

Be not afeared, the Isle is full of noises -
And the rustling and the whispering and the singing;
They are pleasant and not hurt.
Sometimes, like hundreds of tools
Will hum about mine ears; and sometimes,
The voices I hear, waking,
Will make me sleep again singing.
And Golden clouds I dream.
And the rain is pouring treasures at me...
And I cry that I woke up.