It's a shame that creativity and sloth look exactly the same.

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

The leaves had fallen from the trees and lay crisp and crackling beneath his feet. Picking one up he marveled, not for the first time, at the perfection of nature where leaves were most beautiful at the very end of their lives.

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

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

Don't mistake dramatics for a conscience.

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.