THEN TAKE 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—Death waved a hand. 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, The Hogfather
THERE IS NO JUSTICE.
THERE’S JUST US.
Same character, different book. Mort
(And for those unfamiliar, nobody is shouting. Death speaks in the chiseled capital letters of old gravestones.)