Citat ur boken Martin

Martin stood quiety at the door for a moment absorbing the young womans misery as if it were his own.
"People make each other feel bad all the time," he thought, looking out the street again. "People are different. Everybody's different. But people try to make other people the same as they are. Or make them believe the same things they believe. It's crazy what people do to each other."

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For one long moment Martin held the woman against his body. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she tried to see her captor. Huge drops of sweat poured from her forehead, and her hair lay matted against her neck.
"Why was he here?" Martin demanded of his mute prisoner. He glared at the crumpled body of Lewis, a red smear of anger on his face. "Why was he here? He wasn't supposed to be here."
With a sudden movement he flipped himself around and threw the woman back against the headboard. He knelt over her legs, poised. She was finally free of his steel grip but unable to move-- totally mesmerized by the lean figure that seemed coiled like a cobra.
"What are you gonna do to me?" she managed to ask. "Please... please."
"Why did you do this?" Martin inquired calmly. "Why was he here? Why do people... people..."
Suddenly, with a force not his own, Martin punched her in the face. With each punch he screamed "HURT, HURT, HURT EACHOTHER!"