“At five-thirty the rain began to fall in great, heavy drops which bounced off the pavement before they spread out into black… — Georges Simenon Copy Share Image
“The street sprinkler went past and, as its rasping rotary broom spread water over the tarmac, half the pavement looked as if… — Georges Simenon Copy Share Image
“The sun finally died in beauty, flinging out its crimson flames, which cast their reflection on the faces of passers-by, giving them… — 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
