Every Tiny Part Of Us Cries Out

There Is No Forgiveness In Nature.

A Vague Uneasiness: The Police. It's Like When You Suddenly Understand You Have To Undress In Front Of The Doctor.

Justice! Custodian Of The World! But Since The World Errs, Justice Must Be Custodian Of The World's Errors.

Murderers, In General, Are People Who Are Consistent, People Who Are Obsessed With One Idea And Nothing Else.

We Know Well Enough When We're Being Unjust And Despicable. But We Don't Restrain Ourselves Because We Experience A Certain Pleasure, A Primitive Sort Of Satisfaction In Moments Like That.