“Books were everywhere in their large apartment. Histories, biographies, novels, studies on Quebec antiques, poetry. Placed in orderly bookcases. Just about every table had at least one book on it, and oftern several magazines. And the weekend newspapers were scattered… — Louise Penny Copy Share Image
Myrna could spend happy hours browsing bookcases. She felt if she could just get a good look at a person’s bookcase and their grocery cart, she’d pretty much know who they were. — Louise Penny Copy Share Image
“I am tired,” Gamache murmured as he walked into the gentle little village. “But I am at peace.” — Louise Penny Copy Share
“The reason “belonging” was so potent, so attractive, so much a part of the human yearning, was that it also meant safety, and loyalty.… — Louise Penny Copy Share
“She picked up her book and tried to read but it was heavy in her hands. She struggled to hold it, wanting to finish… — Louise Penny Copy Share
“We’re used to the film versions of psychopaths. The clearly crazies. But most psychopaths are clever. They have to be. They know how to… — Louise Penny Copy Share
“Instead he stood erect, the snow insinuating itself down his collar and up his sleeves, plastering against his face and into his unblinking eyes.” — Louise Penny Copy Share
“He was an emotional communist. Everyone counted equally, but none too much.” — Louise Penny Copy Share
I turned down all the requests for the rights to the books, for years, mostly because they wanted the rights to the characters, and… — Louise Penny Copy Share
“Chief Superintendent Arnot might hold power, but Armand Gamache was the more powerful man.” — Louise Penny Copy Share
“Henri kept everything important in his heart. He mostly kept cookies in his head.” — Louise Penny Copy Share
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… — Louise Penny Copy Share
But, like peace, comfort didn't come from hiding away or running away. Comfort first demanded courage. — Louise Penny Copy Share
“He did not suggest that she sit quietly and get to know herself so she could be all the company she needed.” — Louise Penny Copy Share
“Come hither, all ye empty things,/Ye bubbles raised by breath of kings;/Who float upon the tide of state,/Come hither, and behold your fate.” — Louise Penny Copy Share
