The Night Is A Strawberry.

To Be Honest, The Only Thing I Ever Really Wanted To Be Was A Writer - Since I Read 'charlotte's Web' As A Child.

Better To Accept The Wretched Truth Than Struggle, Twisting To Make A Wish A Reality.

Her Voice Was Slightly Accented But Her French Was Perfect. Someone Who'd Not Just Learned The Language But Loved It. And It Showed With Every Syllable. Gamache Knew It Was Impossible To Split Language From Culture. That Without One The Other Withered. To Love The Language Was To Respect The Culture.

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?

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