"The people," Geralt turned his head, ' like to invent monsters and fears. Then themselves itself they seem not so ugly and awful. Drinking delirium tremens, cheating, stealing, esglesia wives reins, starving old grandmother, chetvertoe axes caught in the henhouse Fox or showering arrows on the last remaining light of the unicorn, they like to think that the uglier and uglier they still a Ghost, that goes at the dawn of the huts. Then they feel better. And it is easier to live.
Geralt of Rivia, the Witcher.