“Clara shrugged and immediately knew her betrayal of Peter. In one easy movement she'd distanced herself from his bad behavior, even thought she herself was responsible for it. Just before everyone had arrived, she'd told Peter about her adventure with… — 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
