Fighting external monsters is easy in comparison to how we fight those within us.

Being good is making it look easy, but getting good is never easy.

The reason Armand Gamache could go there was because it wasn't totally foreign to him. He knew it because he’d seen his own burned terrain, he’d walked off the familiar and comfortable path inside his own head and heart and seen what festered in the dark. And one day Jean Guy Beauvoir would look at his own monsters, and then be able to recognize others. And maybe this was the day and this was the case. He hoped so.

You need to realize that Its not you, It's me, I'm the one who's destroying myself, I'm the one who's the monster, I'm the one who's drowning myself, and you , you're just a ken doll that I can work up, That I can manipulate and make believe that every things your fault and you need to leave me as soon as you can, before I turn you into me, before I destroy you, before I turn you into a heartless monster.

A man convinced against his will, stands opposed ever still. A man convinced he is right, gives the effort twice the fight.

He was drawn to the edge of things. To the places old mariners knew, and warned, “Beyond here be monsters.”… He stepped into the beyond, and found the monsters hidden deep inside all the reasonable, gentle, laughing people. He went where even they were afraid to go.