Or - perhaps - I should just worry about my own behavior and let others be who they are.

We're all blessed and we're all blighted, Chief Inspector," said Finney. "Everyday each of us does our sums. The question is, what do we count?

When someone stabs you it's not your fault that you feel pain.

Few things are better in the world than a room full of librarians. I consider them literary heroes. The keepers and defenders of the written word.

He tried to let her know it would be all right. Eventually. Life wouldn't always be this painful. The world wouldn't always be this brutal. Give it time, little one. Give it another chance. Come back.

It is very, very dangerous to come between a person and their beliefs.

What haunted people even, perhaps especially, on their deathbed? What chased them, tortured them and brought some of them to their knees? And [he] thought he had the answer. Regret. Regret for things said, things done, and things not done. Regret for the people they might have been. And failed to be.