“Normally death came at night, taking a person in their sleep, stopping their heart or tickling them awake, leading them to the bathroom with a splitting headache before pouncing and flooding their brain with blood. It waits in alleys and… — 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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“He was an emotional communist. Everyone counted equally, but none too much.” — Louise Penny Copy Share Image
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 Image
“Chief Superintendent Arnot might hold power, but Armand Gamache was the more powerful man.” — Louise Penny Copy Share Image
“Henri kept everything important in his heart. He mostly kept cookies in his head.” — Louise Penny Copy Share Image
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 Image
But, like peace, comfort didn't come from hiding away or running away. Comfort first demanded courage. — Louise Penny Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
