Now here's a good one: you're lying on your deathbed. You have one hour to live. Who is it, exactly, you have needed all these years to forgive?

The question that haunted every investigation was 'why'.

Foolish people are never harmless. Stupidity accounts for as many crimes as anger and greed.

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.

Things are strongest where they're broken.

Better to accept the wretched truth than struggle, twisting to make a wish a reality.

To be silent. In hopes of not offending, in hopes of being accepted. But what happened to people who never spoke, never raised their voices? Kept everything inside? Gamache knew what happened. Everything they swallowed, every word, thought, feeling rattled around inside, hollowing the person out. And into that chasm they stuffed their words, their rage.