It Is Very, Very Dangerous To Come

I Turned Down All The Requests For The Rights To The Books, For Years, Mostly Because They Wanted The Rights To The Characters, And To Turn It Into A Tv Series. This Would Have Allowed Them To Do Anything They Wanted With The Characters, And That Just Wasn't An Option For Me.

No Good Ever Comes From Putting Up Walls. What People Mistake For Safety Is In Fact Captivity. And Few Things Thrive In Captivity.

Or - Perhaps - I Should Just Worry About My Own Behavior And Let Others Be Who They Are.

I Had To Learn Compassion. Had To Learn What It Felt Like To Hate, And To Forgive And To Love And Be Loved. And To Lose People Close To Me. Had To Feel Deep Loneliness And Sorrow. And Then I Could Write.

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.