# Quote — Davis Grubb, The Night of the Hunter

> Preacher walks away and stands for a spell staring out the cell window with his long, skinny hands folded behind him. Ben looks at those hands and shivers. What kind of a man would have his fingers tattooed that way? he thinks. The fingers of the right hand, each one with a blue letter beneath the gray, evil skin—L—O—V—E. And the fingers of the left hand done the same way only now the letters spell out H—A—T—E. What kind of a man? What kind of a preacher?

- Author: [Davis Grubb](https://www.leafyquotes.com/davis-grubb.md)
- Book: [The Night of the Hunter](https://www.leafyquotes.com/davis-grubb/the-night-of-the-hunter.md)
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