It was night and I could see a large and calm lake, reflecting the moon. Black mountains rose around it. I arrived from between two of these mountains, I looked at the lake and the moon, and that was it,… — Georges Simenon Copy Share Image
The place smelled of fairgrounds, of lazy crowds, of nights when you stayed out because you couldn't go to bed, and it smelled like New York, of its calm and brutal indifference. — Georges Simenon Copy Share Image
“His mouth open, he fell asleep, because a man always falls asleep in the end. One weeps, one shrieks, one rages, one despairs, and… — Georges Simenon Copy Share Image
If each one of us could make just one other happy, the whole world would know happiness. — Georges Simenon Copy Share Image
I adore life but I dont fear death. I just prefer to die as late as possible. — Georges Simenon Copy Share Image
“The poor are used to stifling any expression of their despair, because they must get on with life, with work, with the demands made… — Georges Simenon Copy Share Image
It just happened. As though a moment comes when it's both necessary and natural to make a decision that has long since been made. — Georges Simenon Copy Share Image
“The change in the girl's face was more subtle, almost invisible; it was not joy, there was no sparkle, but something like a serene… — Georges Simenon Copy Share Image
Of course, I also gave him the ineffable pleasures of pipe smoking. And no children, because when this character was created I did not… — Georges Simenon Copy Share Image
“I’m worried that the chicken may be overcooked …’ she said as she served Maigret. And her tone was the one in which she might… — Georges Simenon Copy Share Image
“She came forward, the outlines of her figure blurred in the half-light. She came forward like a film star, or rather like the ideal… — Georges Simenon Copy Share Image
And Boucard desisted, probably because like everyone else he was deeply impressed by this man who had laid all ghosts, who had lost all… — Georges Simenon Copy Share Image
The lake and the mountains have become my landscape, my real world. — Georges Simenon Copy Share Image
