luciferlaughs:

When asked about his opinion on the death penalty, serial killer Ted Bundy answered: 

“It is motivated solely and exclusively by this perceived need of the state, the prosecution, and the victim and his family, to, uh–and in this case obviously–to obtain revenge….It isn’t a deterrent….To the contrary, I think, that one of the factors that contributes to the increase in homicide is the fact that there is capital punishment. If the state can justify the taking of a life, then an individual can, for whatever twisted rationale. And the state, with all it’s power and majesty–if it can be reduced to the level of killing–then why shouldn’t some individuals take that as justification for engaging in what they might believe is justifiable homicide?” “Nobody wants to die…but everybody will. I may live longer than you. If I don’t, I don’t. But I do have strong feelings, humane feelings, about society’s alleged right to take another human being’s life….It’s no deterrent….You know, there’s probably no other behavior that society condemns more vigorously than killing…of the kind, that, uh–well, society condones a lot of killing, on a massive scale in war, in abortion, and things like that. Even the slaughter of animals for its own food, but I guess I’m saying that…if a given society or community has a reverence for life, it cannot be selective in how it applies that reverence. It cannot have reverence for the two year old but kill the fetus. It cannot have reverence for the victim’s life and kill the murderer. It’s inconsistent. So if the life of the victim is worthwhile, then the life–the life of the killer is sacred as well. If society chooses not to observe this type of consistency; it chooses to kill the fetus and preserve the infant and kill the murderer in retribution for the victim, then it must accept the consequences for the violence that it self-generates.”

We need the books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us.

Franz Kafka – from a letter to Oskar Pollak. (via brientarth)