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
“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
I'm a bit like a sponge. When I'm not writing I absorb life like water. When I write I squeeze the sponge a little… — Georges Simenon Copy Share Image
“They never addressed each other by name, nor were they in the habit of exchanging endearments. What was the point, since both felt that,… — Georges Simenon Copy Share Image
