That’s what bravery is, lovely friend. It is deciding what to let go of and what to hold on to, no matter how it feels in this moment — knowing that you are giving up something very very good for something OH SO MUCH BETTER, the BEST in fact — having faith that when you listen to your heart, no matter how scary or disappointing the news is it has to give you, that EVERYTHING will ALWAYS work out beautifully in the end when you make brave choices that are your RIGHT CHOICES.
In everything that can be called art there is a quality of redemption. It may be pure tragedy, if it is high tragedy, and it may be pity and irony, and it may be the raucous laughter of the strong man. But down these mean streets a man must go who is not himself mean, who is neither tarnished nor afraid. The detective in this kind of story must be such a man. He is the hero, he is everything. He must be a complete man and a common man and yet an unusual man. He must be, to use a rather weathered phrase, a man of honor, by instinct, by inevitability, without thought of it, and certainly without saying it. He must be the best man in his world and a good enough man for any world.