Montalbano and Valente seemed not to have heard him, looking as if their minds were elsewhere. But in fact they were paying very close attention, like cats that, keeping their eyes closed as if asleep, are actually counting the stars. — Andrea Camilleri Copy Share Image
“rosticceria . . . cuddriruni . . . arancini supplì: A rosticceria is a take-out restaurant serving mostly roast meats; cuddriruni is a Sicilian sort of focaccia, served with a… — Andrea Camilleri Copy Share
“They ate in religious silence, the corners of their mouths smeared with ricotta cream. Which, the rules say, must be removed with a slow,… — Andrea Camilleri Copy Share
“In grammar school he’d had an old priest as his religion teacher. “Truth is light,” the priest had said one day. Montalbano, never very… — Andrea Camilleri Copy Share
Wearing glasses for reading meant surrendering to old age without the least bit of a fight. — Andrea Camilleri Copy Share
“It meant that, today, to enter any place whatsoever – an airport, a bank, a jeweller’s or watchmaker’s shop – you had to submit… — Andrea Camilleri Copy Share
“To distract himself, he formulated a proposition. A philosophical proposition? Maybe, but tending towards "weak thought"--exhausted thought, in fact. He even gave this proposition… — Andrea Camilleri Copy Share
“From the pit of his stomach a violent spasm of nausea rose up and seized his throat. He ran to the bathroom, barely able… — Andrea Camilleri Copy Share
“Giulio was against our meeting. He didn't want me getting mixed up in things that, in his opinion, were no concern of mine. For… — Andrea Camilleri Copy Share
The memory of the aged becomes clearer and clearer with time. It has no pity. — Andrea Camilleri Copy Share
“And in our dark days, with so many threatening clouds on the horizon, he concluded, we puff up a story like this to drug… — Andrea Camilleri Copy Share
But then why, when talking on the phone, did they quarrel, on average at least once every four sentences? Maybe, though the inspector, it… — Andrea Camilleri Copy Share
Montalbano felt moved. This was real friendship, Sicilian friendship, the kind based on intuition, on what was left unsaid. With a true friend, one… — Andrea Camilleri Copy Share
“one cannot be held forever to a less-than-honorable act, after a life of great integrity, just because of one moment of weakness.” — Andrea Camilleri Copy Share
“Montalbano recalled how in now distant times, when the sea withdrew, it would leave behind only sweet-smelling algae and beautiful shells that were like… — Andrea Camilleri Copy Share
“Unwell? I was fine, as good as one might feel in such circumstances. No, my friend, I merely pretended to faint. I'm a good… — Andrea Camilleri Copy Share
