I was never good at solving mysteries. I don't mean the kind cops solve or the ones you read about in novels or watch on television or on a movie screen. I'm not talking about the mystery of Creation, either, or the unseen presences that reside perhaps just the other side of the physical world. I'm talking about evil, without capitalization but evil all the same, the kind whose origins sociologists and psychiatrists have trouble explaining.
-James Lee Burke, Light of the World: A Dave Robicheaux Novel