The East would always present that calm face of faint astonishment, unmoved at the anger, not understanding the bitterness. - Anthony Burgess

In a story you had to find a reason, but real life gets on very well without even Freudian motivations.

Then, brothers, it came. Oh, bliss, bliss and heaven. I lay all nagoy to the ceiling, my gulliver on my rookers on the pillow, glazzies closed, rot open in bliss, slooshying the sluice of lovely sounds. Oh, it was gorgeousness and gorgeosity made flesh.

There must always be somebody. However young or insignificant. There has to be somebody who comes from nowhere to say what others are too foolish or too frightened to say.