“Once someone's dead, being sorry doesn't cut it. If you hit a man, you can apologize. If you destroy his property, you can pay him back. But if you take his life, there's nothing you can ever do to make… — William Kent Krueger Copy Share Image
“Once someone's dead, being sorry doesn't cut it. If you hit a man, you can apologize. If you destroy his property, you can pay… — William Kent Krueger Copy Share
“The devil's best defense is a person's disbelief in his existence.” — William Kent Krueger Copy Share
“leaning hard into the wind in order to complete the job expected of him. He was an Eagle” — William Kent Krueger Copy Share
“Sam's Place had never felt so empty. He suspected the emptiness was not in the old Quonset hut; it was in him. There was… — William Kent Krueger Copy Share
The dead are never far from us. They're in our hearts and on our minds and in the end all that separates us from… — William Kent Krueger Copy Share
“I watched the storm as I might have watched the approach and passing of a fierce and beautiful animal. The” — William Kent Krueger Copy Share
“preferred the more informal service of the Methodists to the religious rigor of the Lutherans, who were as ubiquitous in Minnesota as ragweed.” — William Kent Krueger Copy Share
“The things that ask the most of us are the things most worth having.” — William Kent Krueger Copy Share
“Far better, I believe, to be like children and open ourselves to every beautiful possibility, for there is nothing our hearts can imagine that… — William Kent Krueger Copy Share
“Do you believe in God?" St. Kawasaki looked amused. "Hell of a question to ask a priest." [...] "I'm asking because I've been a… — William Kent Krueger Copy Share
“Cork wished there were a forecast for his spirit. He felt the dark and the cold penetrating deep in him. He wondered when there… — William Kent Krueger Copy Share
“The bottom line was that people who leaned too heavily on someone else were setting themselves up for a terrible fall, and they had… — William Kent Krueger Copy Share
“She sang slowly and richly and delivered the heart of that great spiritual as if she was delivering heaven itself and her face was… — William Kent Krueger Copy Share
“Closing her eyes, she began to let herself dream. Not sleep dreaming, but dreaming of how her life might be. It was a thing… — William Kent Krueger Copy Share
“He who learns must suffer. And even in our sleep pain, which cannot forget, falls drop by drop upon the heart, until, in our… — William Kent Krueger Copy Share
