Or - Perhaps - I Should Just

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.

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?

Every Year The Hunters Shot Cows And Horses And Family Pets And Each Other. And Unbelievably, They Sometimes Shot Themselves, Perhaps In A Psychotic Episode Where They Mistook Themselves For Dinner

A Good Journalist, As You Know, Is A Great Listener. And So's A Good Writer. And I Got To Listen To People For Almost 20 Years. That Serves Me Well, I Hope, When I Try To Understand How A Character Might Be Feeling, Or How They Might React.

I'm Just Like This. I Have No Talent For Choosing My Battles. Life Seems, Strangely, Like A Battle To Me. The Whole Thing.