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.

I'm just like this. I have no talent for choosing my battles. Life seems, strangely, like a battle to me. The whole thing.

The question that haunted every investigation was 'why'.

Where there is love there is courage, where there is courage there is peace, where there is peace there is God. And when you have God, you have everything.

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

In winter the very ground seemed to reach up and grab the elderly, yanking them to earth as though hungry for them.

But you want murderous feelings? Hang around librarians," confided Gamache. "All that silence. Gives them ideas.