Just to keep bad dreams at bay, she took a swig out of a bottle that smelled of apples and happy brain-death.
Terry PratchettTake the universe and grind it down to the finest powder and sieve it through the finest sieve and then show me one atom of justice, one molecule of mercy. and yet... and yet you act as if there is some ideal order in the world, as if there is some... some rightness in the universe by which it may be judged.
Terry Pratchett