"Sence iyi insanlar nefret edemezler mi? Sence iyi insanlar öldüremezler mi? İyi insanlar kötü insanların yakıtlı he eleyi yaparlar Lazlo ve buna adalet derler."
Death gave off the smell of an unwashed body and the inhuman gravity that causes horror to arise in the soul. The gravity that everything alive could feel. That made the trees outside the window lose their leaves before their time. And birds fall from the sky in horror. The wolf crawled under the bench, his tail between his legs.