“They’d crossed over to that continent where grieving parents lived. It looked the same as the rest of the world, but wasn’t. Colors bled pale. Music was just notes. Books no longer transported or comforted, not fully. Never again. Food… — 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
